Elder Yin

The late-stage Golden Immortal cultivator from the Mystic Medicine Sect looked at the other cultivators. Fear showed on many of their faces.

Forget about their single flying vessel—even the sect's colossal flying vessel had failed to withstand the attacks of those bandit cultivators.

Moreover, several of the strongest fighters aboard this flying vessel were absent. With just them alone, remaining aboard the vessel would make it absolutely difficult to withstand Golden Immortal Great Perfection cultivators.

At that moment, Elder Yin stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother Feng, in my view, even if we rely on the flying vessel's defensive formation and join forces to hold off those two Golden Immortal Great Perfection bandit cultivators for a while, once their reinforcements arrive, it will be difficult for any of us to escape."

"Senior Brother Feng, rather than all being buried here, we might as well scatter and flee. That way, at least some of us can escape with our lives."

Hearing Elder Yin's words, the others silently nodded as well.

These Golden Immortal cultivators had cultivated for countless years. Naturally, they understood that this was the best course of action at present.

There were several hundred disciples aboard their flying vessel. If they scattered in all directions, then even if those two Golden Immortal Great Perfection cultivators came after them—

They could only choose one direction to pursue and kill. In that case, their chances of escape would become much greater.

Elder Feng nodded and said, "Since that is so, there is no time to lose. Immediately inform all disciples to scatter and flee."

"Tell them that they must flee separately. The more people gather together, the bigger the target, and the greater the danger."

"Yes, Senior Brother Feng!"

Merely three breaths later, the several hundred cultivators aboard the flying vessel