Just as these cultivators turned around and activated their respective magic artifacts to besiege the bird cultivators again, a voice cried out, "Senior Brother Jiang, this little brother... this little brother is truly sorry..."
As the voice rang out, an early-stage Foundation Establishment disciple with a sturdy build, clad in the robes of the Southern Nether Sect, broke away from the gathered cultivators, slipped through the gap between two bird cultivators, and flew into the distance!
"Zheng Shuo, you..." A mid Foundation Establishment Southern Nether Sect disciple roared in fury, about to rebuke him. Yet at that moment, several more disciples abruptly flew out from among those who had earlier raised their magic artifacts to join the Thunder Control Sect disciples. They charged straight through the gaps between the bird cultivators without even offering a word of farewell, worse even than Zheng Shuo!
"You... you..." Cui Hongshen was dumbfounded. He had never imagined that they had come to rescue these disciples, only for them to be abandoned as the others fled for their lives!
The escape of these few disciples plucked at the final heartstring within all the cultivators. Even the most steadfast among them showed unease on their faces. Between life and death, everyone had to face a trial—whether for themselves or for their own conscience.
Xiao Hua watched coldly, then looked again at the bird cultivators who had surrounded them without attacking. He already understood that the bird cultivators had done this deliberately. He Fangyuan's earlier speculation that beast cultivators and artifact cultivators were brainless shattered without attack.
"Stop!!" Several leaders of the various sects flew into a rage and hurriedly shouted.
Unfortunately, it would have been better if they had not shouted. The moment they did, even more cultivators seized the chance to escape!
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