Though it was not a foolproof plan, under the present circumstances, it was the best idea they could come up with.
The cultivation world revered the strong above all. As for whether they could truly escape, that would depend on each person's luck—do what one could, then leave the rest to Heaven. That was about the principle at work now.
All four were early-Dongxuan cultivators; to be fair, their realms could not be considered low.
Now, with their escape speed fully unleashed and every method they had honed in their lives brought out, their speed in fleeing was truly extraordinary.
Almost the instant they set off, spiritual light flashed again and again, and they had already fled to the edge of the horizon.
Yet just then, a cold snort rang out. "Leave? Where do you think you can run? Did Lin ever say he would let you go?"
The voice was not loud, yet it entered their ears with perfect clarity.
The four felt as if they had been struck by lightning. That voice seemed to possess endless demonic power; the moment they heard it clearly, they also lost the ability to move.
It was somewhat bizarre. The instant the voice entered their ears, they felt all the magic power in their bodies congeal in their dantians, impossible to drive.
And cultivators were different from the Demon Race. Aside from the very few who cultivated Body Refining Techniques, most had extremely fragile fleshly bodies. Once they lost their magic power, they were like a tiger with its teeth pulled out—none of their abilities could be brought to bear.
To say they were lambs for the slaughter was a bit much, but the life-preserving means they could still use were truly few and far between.
*Are we really going to fall