"My lord, aside from you, anyone in our battle line who faces Lin Xuan may well be walking into certain death."
As Mo Luo raged, a Dark Hordes member spoke cautiously.
"Mi Xi Huang will not let an opportunity like this pass either. Are we supposed to wait until they punch through our battle line from front to back?"
"I refuse to believe that, with us surrounding him, we cannot kill a mere peak Immortal Soul cultivator."
As Mo Luo spoke, dragon breath spilled from his mouth. Clearly, he had been angered beyond all bounds.
"That is not what I meant, subordinate—"
"Then what do you mean?" Mo Luo's voice was low.
"Commander, have you forgotten those Nine Provinces beings who willingly allowed themselves to be captured by us? They stated outright that they had come for Lin Xuan."
"At the time, however, you did not trust them. Yet those beings willingly submitted to confinement and said they would act at the critical moment to help you kill Lin Xuan."
At those words, a sharp gleam flashed through Mo Luo's eyes. Back then, he had been utterly disdainful, believing himself more than capable of keeping Lin Xuan in the palm of his hand.
Only now, after Mo Qi had been slain, did he forcibly suppress the arrogance filling his heart.
"Bring them to me!"
With those words, the cautious Dark Hordes member vanished.
Before long, several figures arrived before Mo Luo.
Surrounded by the Dark Hordes, these beings showed not the slightest fear, each maintaining their bearing as they walked forward.
Among them were four late-stage Immortals and two peak Immortals.
The clothing of the four late-stage Immortals matched that of one of the peak Immortal youths.
The last peak Immortal was a woman. Her features were unremarkable, even somewhat