Corrupting Them

"They... they were all slaughtered?"

Yi Li said softly.

He was a Spirit Cultivator. Earlier, when they had been hunted down, he had been forced to cross hands with the black-clad cultivators, and had been knocked down in a single exchange.

Now that he had just woken up, his head was still a little dizzy, and for a moment he could not quite make sense of the situation.

Mo Hua nodded. "All slaughtered!"

"But..." Situ Jian hesitated. "There are a lot of them. We can't beat them, can we..."

When they had met face-to-face earlier, a rough estimate put the other side at more than twenty people.

Although some had died now, at least a dozen were still left, and they did not know whether there were other helpers.

Besides, among those dozen or so black-clad men, there seemed to be a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator.

In both numbers and cultivation, they were at a disadvantage...

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then said after weighing his words, "If we fight them head-on, it is indeed a little difficult, so we have to think of some methods and make thorough plans."

"Make plans..."

Cheng Mo and the other two hesitantly nodded.

It was just that they did not have much similar experience, and for the moment, they did not understand what exactly they were supposed to "plan."

"No rush..." Mo Hua said steadily. "The most urgent matter is to first find these black-clad Human Traffickers, feel out the truth of their situation, and then act according to the opportunity."

"We can't possibly just let them abduct and sell cultivators, then get away scot-free..."

"That's true..."

Cheng Mo and the other two nodded.

"It's just..." Yang Qianjun sighed and said, "We were being hunted and fled the whole way. We