Yang Zhen's steel armor was sold. His catlike friend's and Silly Chicken's flying devices were destroyed by Yang Zhen. On the Northern Island, only the Saint was left with the steel armor that could perfectly escape from the Death Zy. This glorious yet tough responsibility was not up for dispute!
Elder Qian walked to the Saint. With a dazed look on the Saint's face, Elder Qian patted his shoulder and said, "We're counting on you for the Death Zy."
The Saint glanced at the two elders whose faces were pale, showed Elder Qian a polite yet awkward smile, and controlled his agitation before replying, "I will do my best!"
The time set to enter the Mobei Abyss was late afternoon on the third day, when the Death Zy's sight was the poorest and the threat to the practitioners was minimal.
Even until their departure, the Saint's doubtful gaze never left Yang Zhen. However, if anyone saw Yang Zhen's calm demeanor, who could dare to comment?