With the lesson of the cart before them still fresh, the cultivators fell silent as cicadas in winter. Tian Xiang slowly turned his head. "Well? Do you want to ascend and become immortals, or follow in this fellow's footsteps?"
The cultivators were silent.
Only now did they understand that there had never been any other road to choose. The other party was far more terrifying than they had imagined. If they scattered and fled, would they definitely survive?
Not necessarily!
With the other party's strength, perhaps there would be no fish slipping through the net at all. That sounded somewhat absurd, but combined with the scene just now, it was highly credible.
In short, no one was willing to take the risk.
But Tian Xiang's expression grew more and more impatient.
He had no interest in playing guessing games here, letting these foolish ants remain silent forever.
"Either submit to me, or perish. You have no choice of your own. I will count to three. If you still haven't made a choice, then I shall begin a slaughter."
Tian Xiang's icy voice circled their ears, and without another word, he began counting. "One, two..."
"Exalted Immortal, please wait. I am willing to hand over my soul and obey your commands from now on..."
A big man dressed in brocade robes, with a mighty and imposing appearance, spoke up. This person looked extraordinary, yet who would have thought he was as timid as a mouse... Mm, perhaps it could not be put that way. After all, the situation was dire, and no one was willing to fall here for no clear reason.
If they obeyed Tian Xiang, perhaps there was still a thread of life. What if the other party's promise was true?
Though they had to take a certain risk,