The instant they spotted the gang, the cultivators on either side of the cloud carriage could no longer sit still. Without a word, several of them swiftly leaped off the carriage and sprinted wildly toward the rear without looking back. In the blink of an eye, they had flung the cloud carriage far behind and vanished into the mountain path.
Idiots!
Someone aboard the cloud carriage could not help cursing at the sight.
Once a gang like this appeared, how could there possibly be only a dozen or so of them?
Though demonic cultivators were not weak, possessed terrifying bursts of power, and wielded exceptionally brutal methods, that did not mean their combat strength was beyond all limits.
If the righteous path could gain an advantage in numbers, then once the demonic path failed to swiftly take someone down, it would be they—not the numerous righteous cultivators—who would become the passive side.
Sure enough, before long, a disturbance came from behind, followed by screams.
At the sound, everyone's already anxious expressions turned even uglier. Those who had barely managed to remain steady could no longer hold themselves together and were about to break through in other directions.
"None of you move!"
"Their numbers cannot exceed ours. They showed themselves only to intimidate us. Their purpose is to make us collapse like those idiots and scatter in flight."
"Once that happens, we will be fish on the chopping block, while they hold the knife."
Someone spoke from inside the carriage. He directly opened the door and quickly stepped out.
"The terrain of the Nine Abysses is exceptionally complex. Without dragon horses to lead the way, it is impossible to reach Immortal-Fall Grotto. Once we lose our direction in here, even if we escape now, our ending will not change."
With his