As Ning Wangshu pondered, the few people fleeing ahead flew straight toward him, while their pursuers closed in from behind.
The three Mysterious Immortals among the pursuers were especially fast, rapidly gaining on the fleeing group.
Seeing the group heading his way, Ning Wangshu frowned. But soon he relaxed his brow and paid them no mind. Whatever had caused the conflict between them, he had no interest in getting involved.
He could not be bothered to conceal himself. After all, this had nothing to do with him.
As the fleeing group neared the mountain where Ning Wangshu stood, the three Mysterious Immortals caught up first and blocked their path.
With the three Mysterious Immortals blocking their way and a crowd of pursuers closing in behind them, the fugitives' faces filled with despair.
"What do we do? What do we do? Are we really going to be captured and made into mine slaves? I refuse to accept this! I refuse!" one man cried, his face full of defiance. His eyes were filled with fear and panic.
A woman beside him gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "Then we fight them to the death!"
"Fight? What can we possibly fight them with? There are three Mysterious Immortals, and another seven or eight late-stage Heavenly Immortals behind them. Even Uncle-Master Li and the others were captured by them. How can the few of us possibly fight back?"
Another man spoke with a bitter expression.
At his words, the others fell silent. The woman who had spoken earlier opened her mouth, but for a moment, she had no answer.
Seeing them in a panic, the leader of the three Mysterious Immortals—a late-stage Mysterious Immortal—grinned coldly. He watched them with amusement and said, "Run, then! Go on, keep running!"
"Now let's see where you can