Well Said

In this Stronghold, Zui Shan had become the leader not only because of his character, but also because of his cultivation.

He was the strongest person in the Stronghold.

Yet the aura of the newcomer was faintly even stronger than his.

Then, seven or eight more figures rushed into the cavern after him.

The people behind Zui Shan immediately showed despairing expressions, knowing that this time, they likely could not escape calamity.

The first man to charge in had a hooked nose and a sinister, arrogant face. His hawk-like gaze swept over Zui Shan and the others as he said in a chilling voice, "Pure Land is conducting business. I advise you to surrender obediently, or else I'll make sure you suffer worse than death!"

Several people behind him lined up in a row, circulating their Spiritual Power and displaying their formidable cultivation.

The atmosphere immediately turned taut as drawn swords.

Zui Shan said bitterly, "We are all Human Race. Instead of fighting the Corpse Race, you specifically prey on your weak fellow clansmen. Do you have even a shred of conscience left?"

The sinister cultivator gave a cold laugh. "Conscience? What kind of thing is that? In such chaotic times, only one's own strength is the true path! You are weak, so you are fated to be carved up like fish and meat. Rather than dying at the hands of the Corpse Race and becoming Corpse Race yourselves, you might as well support our cultivation. Once we grow stronger, the Human Race will have a chance to endure. How could ignorant fools like you understand the Pure Land's purpose for surviving and our painstaking intentions?"

"Utter nonsense!" Zui Shan flew into a rage.

The sinister cultivator could not be bothered to waste more words on him. He raised a