The farmer turned to look at Lin Ke.
Only after confirming with him several times did he walk toward the Rogue Cultivators' camp.
The campfire at the entrance was almost out. It looked as though they had been inside their tents for some time.
Several Soul-Hunting Mosquitoes slowly landed on his back.
The farmer ducked into the tent, just as the Rogue Cultivators were choosing whom to toy with that day.
They were a few pale-faced, skeletal fellows, laughing without restraint as they looked at the rows of village women crouching on the ground.
He summoned all his courage and called out, "Honored immortals? An immortal insisted that I bring him here to see you."
The pale-faced cultivators whipped around. Already engaged in something that weighed on their consciences, they were clearly badly startled.
"Who the hell are you? Got a death wish?"
Just then, a peasant woman on the ground saw who had arrived and burst into tears.
"Husband! You finally came!"
At the sight, the Rogue Cultivators exchanged glances, then broke into even more savage laughter.
The cultivator at Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment wore the most unrestrained grin. "Come, come, come!"
"Just right. Let this fellow watch. Drag his woman over here, and we'll bestow a little favor on her."
The other cultivators acted as though they were playing an amusing game.
They all began egging him on.
The farmer wanted to resist, but Spirit Power instantly clamped around his throat.
His body flashed through the air, and he was dumped on the ground.
The peasant woman let out piercing cries as they forcibly dragged her into the innermost part of the tent.
The sight drove the farmer frantic. "Honored immortal! Where are you? Hurry and save her!"
The Foundation Establishment cultivators, who had just undone their