You call this a ragtag mob?
Only now did they realize they seemed to have been tricked.
The Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal factions had simple thoughts: they could promise whatever they wanted, since they never actually had to deliver.
Want it? Survive and get out first.
"How about... we run?"
Within the crowd, some cultivators' hearts pounded. They were completely out of their league.
Those monsters truly could tear every last one of them to pieces.
"Run? Where could we run?"
A cultivator asked with terror on his face, because at some unknown point, more than a hundred geniuses had appeared behind them, glaring at them like tigers watching prey.
The auras emanating from those hundred-plus geniuses were utterly beyond comparison with theirs. Those were the true geniuses produced by Golden Immortal factions.
They were now caught between advancing and retreating. At this moment, it seemed they really had been made into cannon fodder.
Fuck, they'd been scammed.
"Kill."
At last, the distant young man could no longer hold back. He led the woman beside him to retreat to one side, then shouted loudly, while the cultivators behind him stood rooted in place without moving.
Seeing this, the young man frowned. What was wrong with these people?
"Didn't you hear the young master's order? Kill! Anyone who takes a step back dies!"
The hundred-plus geniuses behind them said coldly.
"Let's go. We'll die either way. We can look for a chance to run later."
In the end, these people who had been forced into action like ducks driven onto a perch each brought out their trump cards and charged forward.
"Hahaha, excellent!"
Mo Yi, charging at the very front, had his eyes light up. Boundless, terrifying demonic qi surged from his body. With a single strike, he blasted the three