Captives

Xu Chunniang silently rose to her feet, picked up the mining hoe and basket from the ground, and followed the others into the mine.

From the looks of things, every cultivator aboard the entire Flying Ship had likely become captives of the Beastman Race.

The knife was in another's hand, while she was the fish on the chopping block. Before recovering her strength, she should not act rashly.

If she had to mine, then she would mine. It was still better than losing her life.

Her spiritual energy had been sealed, but in this misfortune, there was one blessing: Little Walnut within her Primordial Spirit remained.

Fortunately, after Shou Yuan appeared and she sensed that something was amiss, she had hidden the little branch and other important items in the small world beforehand.

Only some worthless fourth-grade spirit materials remained inside the mustard seed space. Even if it were destroyed, the loss would not be great.

In the dim, narrow mine tunnels, a patrolling Beastman overseer stood every so often.

Whenever anyone slowed down, a whip would fall upon them, accompanied by a few incomprehensible Beastman words. The atmosphere was oppressive and silent.

Most of these ragged, numb-faced human cultivators possessed Spirit Transformation cultivation, while quite a few had even reached the Void Refining Stage.

Now that they had become captives, their cultivation and divine abilities sealed away as they were enslaved into hard labor, one could well imagine the resentment and humiliation in their hearts.

At last, someone could endure no longer. He threw down the basket on his back and lunged at the Beastman before him.

Rather than suffer such inhuman torment, he would rather die!

The Beastman was knocked to the ground, yet he did not panic. He directly used his divine sense to trigger the restriction