As they spoke, the three men's fierce auras, which had been surging forth, instead gradually settled back into calm.
It was not just the three of them; every cultivator present understood what was happening.
Yet no matter how clearly they understood, it was difficult to change the current situation.
Daoist Lu Feng's fate of perishing body and soul was a bloody example before their eyes.
Those who took the lead faced the greatest risk of death. Even if they ultimately succeeded, they would merely be making a wedding dress for someone else.
As for sacrificing oneself for others, let alone Evil Cultivators, even few righteous cultivators were willing to do such a thing.
"This fellow managed to devise such a method, placing everyone between a rock and a hard place."
"Whether in scheming or strength, he truly cannot be underestimated."
"But this situation is not impossible to break!"
Madam Hong narrowed her eyes. Her voice was not loud, and she deliberately kept it suppressed.
Her seductive voice reached only the ears of the three companions behind her.
Immediately afterward, someone hurriedly asked, "Hmm? What ingenious plan does Madam Hong have? Please, speak plainly!"
Madam Hong's alluring eyes were like silken threads as she smiled faintly.
"No one wishes to act rashly because they fear following Daoist Lu Feng's footsteps and making a wedding dress for another."
"But... we few are all cultivators of Bi Yun Xuan. By nature, we can unite more easily than people from other factions."
"If we can truly work together and strike as one, with every one of us guaranteeing that we will give it our all, taking this man down will be no difficult matter."
Upon hearing this answer, their gazes flickered. Rather than being moved, they appeared somewhat disappointed.
Everyone understood the logic. The