"Dream on!"
Someone could not help but shout.
Destroy their own cultivation? Would that not make them cripples?
One had to know that every one of them was at the Blood Qi Realm.
If they were to cripple their own cultivation, they would first have to destroy their own blood qi.
Blood qi was the foundation of the human body.
Once it was completely gone, even if they somehow survived, how many more years could they live?
For a martial artist, it was no different from breaking his spine, leaving him like a dog with a broken back.
Living on in miserable desperation.
What difference was there between not dying and being dead?
"It seems you are unwilling. Then there is no helping it—do it!"
The man sneered and waved his hand. The group immediately closed in.
Their auras joined together and bore down upon them!
"Follow me! Break out..."
Hu Zhong roared. His aura burst forth as he charged toward one side first.
Trying to tear open a gap.
So everyone could retreat!
This sudden turn of events had truly caught him off guard.
They were clearly leaving them no path to survival!
That lord?
Who else could it be? Only that gray-clothed man could do such a thing!
Hu Zhong could already imagine it!
Even if they truly managed to escape, they were destined to suffer grievous losses.
Even if some survived, there would likely be only a handful left.
Perhaps!
They would be wiped out entirely!
The Spark Alliance, which they had struggled so hard to establish, would scatter into nothing.
Becoming but a speck of dust too insignificant to notice in the annals of history.
Once these sparks were extinguished, everything would become empty, and all things would turn to autumn!
He had been born lowly!