Hearing Yu Nan's words, Zhou Yuan finally shifted his gaze around.
He scanned the surroundings, carrying a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.
His inner pride was unmistakable.
Born into the Cosmic Clan, he was destined to be superior.
Therefore, he clearly looked down upon those foreign lowlifes.
The so-called foreign lowlifes referred to the beings born of the world.
Not nurtured by the native Cosmic forces.
So Zhou Yuan always despised these lowlifes.
But now, with the situation tense and Yu Nan's reminder, Zhou Yuan had no choice but to find a batch of cannon fodder.
After all, there were quite a few people trapped in this realm.
Thus, he stepped forward and shouted lightly, "Everyone, if you wish to survive, you must join forces with me."
"We must work together to hold off this monster to have a better chance of survival."
"If we cannot unite, what awaits us is certain death."
Upon Zhou Yuan's declaration, almost everyone present seemed to find a backbone.
