Drop Some Bombshells

A wave of despair rose in the hearts of the many Cultivators on Pearl Island.

With the help of the formation, it was already no easy feat for them to join forces and hold off Thunderbolt, a Spirit Transformation Realm demon beast.

If two more Spirit Transformation Realm powerhouses arrived, they would definitely be unable to withstand them.

Lin Fei's voice rang out again like a curse.

"Whoever kills your chief, I can spare them from death!"

"Those who continue to resist stubbornly—once I break the formation and enter, not a single one of you will be left alive."

The moment those words were spoken.

The chief's expression changed instantly.

He could not help glancing at the Cultivators around him, feeling as though someone might attack him from behind at any moment.

In order to survive.

He gritted his teeth and immediately shouted.

"I surrender!"

"My lord, please spare all my brothers. We all surrender."

The corners of Lin Fei's lips curled up slightly.

They were ultimately just a disorganized rabble. A little intimidation was all it took for them to surrender.

Clearly, the trust between them was not very solid.

Before life and death, trust was as fragile as paper and could be pierced at any time.

"At least you know what's good for you!"

Thunderbolt received Lin Fei's order and stopped attacking.

The many Cultivators on the island heaved a sigh of relief, as though a great burden had been lifted.

"Open the island-protecting formation and hand over your soul blood."

The Cultivators on the island looked helpless, but they could only obey Lin Fei's orders.

One by one, they handed over their soul blood and opened the formation to welcome Lin Fei onto the island.

Thunderbolt withdrew the Eight-Sided Thunder Flags and flew back into the Hundred