"Then please enlighten us, Chief Steward Lin!" Su Wanyue's eyes curved into crescent moons.
"It's quite simple. You both saw what happened then: two Spirit Transformation great cultivators died on the spot, while the one with the lowest realm among them bore traces of fighting back."
"Generally speaking, in a starship formation, the strong lead while the weak follow behind. Therefore, this sudden attack must have begun from the front. The demonic cultivator who struck was so powerful that even the so-called strong were no more than ants, perhaps killed in a single blow before they could put up much resistance."
"Think about it. If you were the third-strongest person in a sect, and Big Senior and Second Senior were slaughtered in an instant, what would you do, Senior Su?"
"This..." Su Yang was stumped at once. What would he do?
Lin Heng had him imagine that group of cultivators as his own people from the Star God Temple, that those cultivators were all disciples of the Star God Temple.
After pondering for a moment, Su Yang's eyes widened in sudden realization.
"If it were me, I would choose to leave the path of survival to the younger generation of the Star God Temple and buy them time to escape, even if it were only the slightest chance!"
"So, that great cultivator who resisted slightly was buying time for his own people to flee!"
Lin Heng nodded heavily and said, "As the final pillar holding up the roof, if he chose to flee alone, he certainly could have survived. But the younger ones would have had absolutely no chance of living. This was a sect, but it was also a clan."
"The facts proved that after those demonic cultivators finished killing the people they wanted dead, they simply wouldn't care