Ahhhh!
Miserable shrieks were endless. From time to time, people would die tragically, and some were lucky enough to escape with their divine souls, but many of them were taken away by the people squatting outside.
The divine soul of a cultivator who had become an immortal was a top-grade material for refining ghosts.
"Get lost!"
"Kill! Kill them all! Whoever dares to approach the valley, kill them all!"
On the silver Dragon warship, young master Silver Dragon roared angrily. There were more than a dozen people on the ship, and they were all perfected heavenly Lords. They were the slave Immortals controlled by his master, and he was also in the perfected stage.
Such a force could be said to be not weak, but there were too many of them, and it was extremely difficult for them to resist.
They tried to rush in several times, but they were held back by other forces.
