"Che'er, what should we do next?"
The atmosphere was silent for a long time before Meng Qianxun spoke, his brows furrowed with worry.
This battle had not only exceeded Chen Che's expectations but also everyone else's.
But the most frightening thing for everyone was that this battle was perhaps just the beginning. Next, Duobao of the Primordial Sect could continue to use them as cannon fodder, and even the Star-Picking Sect would come to see them as a thorn in their side.
Chen Che's expression was impassive, his eyes slightly narrowed.
"In this war between the two sects, we may be forced to survive in the cracks, but I will not be anyone's puppet."
"That's easy to say, but our hands are tied..."
Meng Qianxun couldn't help but shake his head.
'Of course, he felt the same way. Who would want to march to their death?'
