Within Qinghua Grotto-Heaven, Su Mo alone blocked the exit, leaving everyone unable to leave.
Everyone hated Su Mo to the bone and wished they could slice him into a thousand pieces, but circumstances were stronger than men. They simply could not break through.
With each charge, more than a dozen people were killed and fifty or sixty seriously wounded. Many had been frightened out of their wits.
No one could guarantee that the next person to die would not be them!
In the current situation, numbers alone could not get them out. If an individual's strength fell short of Su Mo's, no matter how many people there were, it would be utterly useless. They would only become living targets!
Before long, some of the weaker disciples chose to compromise.
"I am willing to hand over my Storage Bag. Let me leave!"
"I am willing to hand over mine too!"
"..."
A full sixty or seventy people, faces full of misery, chose to compromise.
These people were generally rather weak. Most were at the Spirit Martial Realm Seventh Layer, with only a small number at the Spirit Martial Realm Eighth Layer.
"Hehe! Those willing to hand over their Storage Bags may leave freely!"
A smile bloomed across Su Mo's face as he announced loudly.
In truth, Su Mo did not want to press them too hard either. If these people had still held out after a while longer, he would have planned to let them go.
Of course, it would be best if he could achieve his goal of robbing everyone. But if he could not, Su Mo would not force the issue.
Otherwise, if these people continued to clash with him head-on, it would be impossible for him to kill them all. Su Mo had never intended to slaughter them