"Oh, there are a few Corpse-Driving Sect whelps hiding here. Are you planning to ambush us?" The tall, thin cultivator sneered.
"Heaven does not grant, and you suffer the consequences! Kill these guys, and my contribution to exchange for the Nanming Li Fire Technique will be almost complete." The bristly-bearded cultivator laughed, his words filled with chilling killing intent.
The other late-stage Red Sun Sect cultivators, hearing this, quickly dispersed, blocking all possible escape routes for Lou Yi and the others.
"Damn it, do they really think they have us completely in their grasp?" Shu Jian's face was gloomy, then he analyzed in a low voice, "Running is definitely not an option, but it's not a dead end.
Do you see those in the middle stage of Qi Cultivation, especially the one with the mole on his nose? Capture them and hold them as hostages; it's our only way out."
