"The guy surnamed Song is dead. Who will you send out next? My rules are the same as his: whoever beats me can leave."
Xu Yi casually pocketed Song Qi's storage bracelet, then looked at the remaining hunters, their faces stricken with panic, and said with a smile.
"Brother Wang, you can't let these murderous bastards off! You have no idea—they've all got the blood of Immortal Destiny Users on their hands. Qi Jingfeng died at their hands. When I met him, he told me Qi Miao and Old Su had both fallen in battle. That damn trial ground is clearly a meat grinder. It won't stop until it's drained us of blood and ground our bones to dust..."
Desolate Ancestor's tearful accusation came pouring out.
"Hmph. Good that you understand. You lot are nothing but ants from the lower realm. You were lucky enough to receive a heaven-sent opportunity to come here. If you think you can skip the tribulations and enjoy the resources of the Immortal Realm alongside us, wouldn't that be the greatest injustice heaven could allow? Mere ants, relying on a few cheap tricks. I won't stoop to your level. We're leaving now. I'd like to see how this lone brat plans to stop us."
The red-haired hunter burst out laughing. The others moved closer to him, laughing too.
Once the hunters had gathered together, they all felt more confident.
They knew all too well that once they formed a formation and their domains interwove, their power would multiply. There was no way a few lowly ants from the lower realm could stop them.
As for the sinister technique Xu Yi had just used, none of them could make sense of it, but they didn't believe any single technique could break every spell.
Before the hunters'