"All right, Meng Zhiyuan, hurry and take us to the next passage!"
Li Yan immediately spoke in a low voice toward the front.
He had just learned the name of this four-winged "Dark Spirit Demon Bat." He was the eldest among the five martial siblings.
"Big Brother..."
"I said it's fine. Do you really want to see me perish?
"All right, Fellow Daoist Zhang, let's take the passage to the front left. We truly need to hurry. But if something still goes wrong, I hope you will abide by the promise you just made.
"After all, we were enemies before. If we came to blows, we would only fight without regard for the consequences.
"Otherwise, if I die, I don't know whether you will be able to get out, but every last one of my clansmen here will certainly be killed!"
Meng Zhiyuan's first words were directed at his third brother, while the rest were whispered to Li Yan. His life was now in the other party's hands.
If this cultivator surnamed Zhang and he had arrived half a step later, that old man would already have perished.
On the way here, Li Yan had told him that there were only four people on this side, and he did not care whether the other four lived or died.
However, among those four, one person carried a magical treasure in the form of a colored lamp that had to be taken away. As for the other items on their bodies, they could dispose of them as they pleased; he would not ask about them at all.
After the two sides reached a preliminary agreement, these were details they had swiftly worked out on the way.
"Don't worry. I keep my word!"
Seeing that Xing Ming was unharmed, Li Yan finally let