"This old bastard deserves to die a thousand deaths!"
"He actually wants to use our lives to pave the way for his merits. I've never seen anything so disgusting."
"How can such a shameless fellow be an elder of our mountain?"
"Heavenly Dao truly is unjust!"
"Shameless! Shameless beyond shameless!"
Just as that man had said, they were about to die. Why would they still care about some so-called elder?
Especially when no one even knew what was going on.
Their chances of dying were practically absolute.
Even if someone truly managed to return alive, they would probably end up like that senior brother who had just turned into a statue.
Even if things went better, they would still be half-dead.
Since that was the case, what was there left to fear?
The torrent of curses immediately made the Seventh Elder feel smoke rising from all seven orifices.
Yet even if he wanted to curse back, he alone could never outcurse so many people.
"Seventh Elder, there truly aren't enough of us left to die, and so many have already died. Shouldn't some of your people start dying next?" Qin Shaofeng spoke again.
Others did not know the situation with the blood insects, but he knew it perfectly well.
What blood insect crisis was there among the people around him?
Instead, if he wanted to use death as an excuse to truly stir up conflict between them and the Seventh Elder's group, he absolutely could not let these people die too quickly.
He even had to ensure that as many of them as possible survived.
Otherwise—
How could he make those thousand-plus people die and suffer even more miserably?
Qin Shaofeng thought darkly, yet the gaze he turned on the Seventh Elder was incomparably forceful.
The crowd had already been