At A-Jin's words, the dozen or so people instantly withdrew their suspicious gazes from her. They warily scrutinized one another again, and someone coldly said, "Whoever the traitor is, get the hell out here!"
Yet the dozen or so people merely looked at one another. Of course, no one stepped forward.
None of them were traitors. Why the hell would they step out?
Time seemed to freeze at that moment, while Ling Yusong's voice continued to crash down upon them, threatening them in every possible way.
The Canghai powerhouses were anxious, yet they remained utterly hesitant.
Only by finding the traitor could they go up and aid Ling Yusong with peace of mind.
Otherwise, given his temperament, if he could not find the traitor, he would still wipe them all out to ensure nothing could go wrong.
At that moment, A-Jin spoke again, "There are two paths now. One is to help Young Master Ling escape, after which we are abandoned or slaughtered again. Or, if we are lucky, Young Master Ling finds one traitor, and everyone else gets to live."
"The other path is to ensure Young Master Ling can never leave the Desolate Sea Forbidden Land, leaving the Heaven-Soaring Imperial Family unable to take revenge on us."
As A-Jin's second sentence fell, the dozen or so Canghai powerhouses abruptly raised their heads, their entire bodies trembling slightly.
This was the Desolate Sea Forbidden Land, with a terrifying ultimate formation outside. If Young Master Ling died here...
Yet everyone shook their heads wildly. They did not dare. They truly did not dare!
"If one of us can bring that little Sikong piece of trash to the Heaven-Soaring Imperial Family, wouldn't that feel incredible?"
A-Jin's voice continued, making the dozen or so Canghai powerhouses widen their eyes again.
If Young