"Head for the deepest part of the mine. The passage there is narrower—we'll hold the entrance!"
Zhu Tong said in a deep voice, his expression equally grim. Even with his Martial Venerable realm eighth layer cultivation, he sensed an enormous crisis.
Fortunately, powerful formations existed within the mine. Though they could not keep the enemy outside, they would at least prevent them from being attacked from both front and rear.
Everyone moved at great speed, racing straight toward the deepest part of the mine.
Su Mo swept his gaze around. Of the ninety-seven Red Dragon Camp members he had brought out, not many had fallen—only five had been lost.
The Red Dragon Camp soldiers possessed relatively high cultivation, and they had rushed into the mine at the first opportunity.
A conspiracy!
A colossal conspiracy!
Rage soared to the heavens in Su Mo's heart. In order to deal with him, the Witch Tribe had actually gone to such extravagant lengths.
The Witch Tribe had targeted him time and again. They were simply bullying people beyond all reason!
He had yet to avenge the High Priest for killing his avatar last time, and now he was once again facing a dead end.
If I survive this time, I will make the Witch Tribe know no peace for all eternity! Su Mo thought bitterly.
He had always intended to wait until his cultivation had grown stronger, or until he possessed the strength of the Martial Saint realm, before seeking revenge on the Witch Tribe.
Now, it seemed he had been wrong!
The Witch Tribe knew of his potential. They would never give him the chance to grow.
Moreover, he had made a huge mistake. He should not have remained in the Imperial Ancestor Sacred Dynasty all this time.
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