These people did not seem to be in any hurry to kill those Rogue Cultivators. Instead, they rode ancient mammoths, playing cat and mouse with them.
They moved very quickly.
The massive bodies of the ancient mammoths bore down with overwhelming pressure as they charged forward.
Three Rogue Cultivators were running ahead of them.
Their clothes had already been shredded, and countless bloody wounds covered their bodies.
"What right do Rogue Cultivators like you have to obtain an inheritance? Hand over the treasure, and I'll grant you a quick death," a young man atop an ancient mammoth laughed.
The young man was not particularly strong, but his status was clearly quite noble.
The people beside him acted like his guards, protecting him closely.
These guards were indeed extremely powerful.
Under the pursuit of these people, the Rogue Cultivators exchanged glances.
Then they spotted Xu Zimo ahead of them.
Their eyes lit up, and they hurriedly shouted, "Fellow Daoist, save us!"
Xu Zimo had neither kinship nor friendship with them, so naturally, he could not be bothered to interfere.
But these Rogue Cultivators seemed to know that their deaths were near and wanted to drag Xu Zimo into the water with them.
They actually took a treasure box from their waists.
Even while sealed, the treasure box still emitted dazzling, multicolored light.
One could tell at a glance that it contained a treasure.
The Rogue Cultivators actually threw the treasure box toward Xu Zimo.
The box landed before Xu Zimo.
The Rogue Cultivators immediately shouted, "The treasure box is with him! It has nothing to do with us!"
As soon as their words fell, they scattered like birds and beasts.
The young man beneath the ancient mammoth snorted coldly.
He ordered the people beside him, "Go catch them for me."
Meanwhile,