"Third Sister, you jest. Your Second Brother is frail and sickly—I could never withstand your conquest!"
"If Third Sister truly wishes to find someone to exchange insights on the Dao with, perhaps you should seek out Eldest Brother after this trip ends."
"For now, I must trouble Third Sister to use a sound-wave secret technique to call out to those Yun Ge Sect remnants inside. Let them know that we are offering them a way to live!"
As he spoke the final words, the Sickly Cultivator revealed a teasing smile.
As for whether this so-called "way to live" was truly a road to life or a road to death, only the few of them knew.
With that, his figure flashed, transforming into a streak of light as he flew elsewhere.
Before long, the several hundred cultivators who had continued attacking the formation swiftly withdrew at his call.
Seeing this, the Charming Female Cultivator turned toward the formation, her blazing gaze seeming to pierce through it and behold every figure within.
"Hehehe..."
"Listen well, little ones inside. Now that the Demonic Calamity has erupted, we of the White Bone Sect, as fellow cultivators, have no wish to create needless slaughter. On this journey, all we seek is Yun Ge Sect's sixth-grade Spirit Vein."
"Now, we have already cleared the path for you. Those who wish to live may leave the formation and depart on their own while there is still time."
"Otherwise... when the formation breaks in the time it takes an incense stick to burn, that will be the moment of your deaths!"
First came a string of voices like silver bells, yet carrying a faintly grating edge.
Then came that ethereal voice, bolstered by True Yuan into waves of sound that surged toward the formation protecting the mountain peak.