"And you all as well."
After killing the red-clothed elder, the frail-looking man turned his head to look at the more than a thousand Golden Core Stage cultivators that had followed Yu Wenlie.
These people had long been terrified to their core and were now racing towards the Teleportation Gate, hoping to leave this place through the Teleportation Formation.
Seeing the frail man's icy gaze, all of them trembled uncontrollably, nearly exerting the fastest speed of their lives.
However, no matter how fast they were, they were still merely at the Golden Core Stage.
"No one is getting away!"
With a wave of the frail man's hand, the Teleportation Gate in the blackness instantly dissipated with a loud boom.
Witnessing this, the Golden Core cultivators' faces drained of color, and a sense of despair rose in their hearts.
"Senior, we are of low cultivation base, forced by others, please spare our lives!"
