Some of the Young Chosen s that came from the Soaring Cloud Empire's side had already fallen, and there were more than one person. There were more than ten of them, which was about one third.

It had only been half a month, and already so many people had died, and this was only what he knew, the members of the Soaring Cloud Empire's royal family.

There were other powers as well. It was impossible for not a single person to die, and the total number of people should not be less than a hundred. A hundred people, that was one-eighth of the total number of people on this trip.

However, Ling Yun had already expected this. How could there not be a single person who did not suffer any loss during the exploration of the ancient ruins, especially for some of the youths who had not experienced anything like this before. In the end, there probably wasn't even one in a hundred who could leave the Ancient Ruins safely.

As for what would happen to the others, heh, was there even a need to think about it? Either he died in some dangerous relic, or he died in the hands of people who entered the relic together with him. Finally, his corpse sank into the ground with the closing of the relic.

However, it was impossible for Ling Yun to be satisfied with this result, because there were far more than ten people who were close to him.

In addition, these people were all elites of the royal family. It would be hard to accept losing a single person, let alone losing all of them.

Now that they have Ling Zhan's support, they would naturally be fine. But in a few hundred years, the Soaring Cloud Empire will no longer be able to support any of them, and at that time, it can be said that they would be on the verge of a disaster.

As a storage monarch, he carried the last wishes of his ancestors. No matter what, he had to protect the elites of the Soaring Cloud Empire as much as possible.

Ling Yun's expression was heavy, but he could not do anything about it. The ruins were too big, searching for a person was like searching for a needle in a haystack, not everyone had the same soul mark.

transmission jade wouldn't be of much use at all. He had used some forbidden methods to send out the message previously, so he only had one chance.

If he encountered one, he would naturally do his best to help her. If he couldn't, then he could only resign himself to fate.

Currently, the most important thing was to quickly recover so that he would be able to meet up with Ling'er and the others.

As a result, Ling Yun glared at the ice-cold meat demon beast in his hand, opened his mouth, and bit down.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, a mound of the bones of Demonic Beast were piled up beside Ling Yun.

"I'm finally full!" As he contentedly lied on the grass, Ling Yun muttered as he rested his hands behind his head and slightly narrowed his eyes. He felt an inexhaustible strength in his body and immediately grinned.

If someone saw his appetite, they would probably be scared to death. Looking at him with a monster-like gaze, how did you eat and how did your stomach fit such a small mountain of meat demon beast …

There was nothing Ling Yun could do about it, as a body cultivator who cultivated the stellar vitreous body, he was normally full of energy and vitality, and his vitality was plentiful. However, the moment he got hungry, he would be a complete glutton.

In fact, although the quantity seemed to be large, the truth was that what was being absorbed by him were all the blood and flesh of Demonic Beast, and were fusing into his flesh and blood, strengthening his physique, and recovering his vital energy and blood.

"Hmm?" Just as he was about to rest for an hour or two before looking for Ling'er and the rest, Ling Yun's expression suddenly changed. He suddenly sat up and took out a jade chip and wrote the two small words' Qin Feng 'on it with a gloomy face.