"Aborigines, you have courage, but courage is utterly useless!" Wu Tianyu's gaze fell upon Su Mo as he laughed aloud.
A trace of curiosity colored his eyes. Su Mo was only at the peak of the Eighth Layer Martial Emperor Realm, yet he had somehow become the leader of a group of Ninth Layer Martial Emperor Realm and even Quasi-Emperor Martial Artists. This truly surprised him.
It seemed that this young aborigine before him was a top genius of the Azure World, perhaps even its strongest person.
"Do you know what place this is?"
Su Mo's gaze was cold as he stared directly at Wu Tianyu and asked indifferently.
Without waiting for the other party to answer, he continued, "This is the Sea of Death, which means this is where you will die!"
At that moment, Su Mo swept his gaze over the Witch Tribe geniuses, pondering inwardly.
With so many Witch Tribe trialists, it was simply impossible to know who held a high position in the Witch Tribe. He could only capture as many as possible. The more people he captured, the greater his leverage would be, and the better his chances of successfully leaving the Azure Continent.
"Is that so?" Wu Tianyu smiled noncommittally and shook his head. "You aborigines of the Azure World truly do not know how high the heavens are or how vast the earth is!"
Wu Tianyu was utterly speechless. A pack of chickens and dogs actually wanted to kill them?
Not to mention those below the Martial Emperor Realm—even in the outside world, ordinary mid-level Martial Emperors could not kill him.
"Haha! These aborigines really are frogs at the bottom of a well!"
"They actually want to kill us. How laughable!"
"Kill them! Extract their Martial Souls!"
The Witch Tribe geniuses all sneered,