Just as Yun Huanling was about to argue, Su Jiu caught him in time.
"Deal with these demonic cultivators first."
The demonic cultivators: "..." You finally remembered us. Why, thank you ever so much.
Seeing Su Jiu and the others turn their attention back to them, they tightened their grips around their hostages' necks. Some necks had even begun dripping blood.
The fainthearted had already started crying. Pleas for mercy rose in an endless stream, and some even tried playing the friendship card.
Su Jiu rubbed her aching head. "I say, if you keep squeezing like that, they might turn into corpses. Are you planning to find new hostages then?"
The moment Su Jiu finished speaking, an empty zone formed around the demonic cultivators.
Tsk, what practical cultivators. That empty zone kept shifting along with their changing thoughts.
But this was precisely the result Su Jiu wanted. She had said those words to make these not particularly bright-looking cultivators stay farther away from the demonic cultivators.
After all, everyone knew that a Dao cultivator could not beat a demonic cultivator of the same rank at close range.
Demonic cultivators were born with thick hides and tough flesh, whereas Dao cultivators were like frail little white poplars, toppled by a single blow at close range. More plainly, their bodies simply were not as sturdy as those of demonic cultivators at the same cultivation level.
It was easy to imagine what would have happened to these people if the person standing here today had not been Su Jiu.
Seeing Su Jiu and the others remain silent, the demonic cultivators grew anxious. "Open the barrier and let us leave! Otherwise, everyone in our hands will be buried with us!"
Another demonic cultivator spoke up. "Don't you righteous sects value morality above all else?