Countless Black Mosquitoes surrounded the prison's exit.
The Ashura tribesmen who had just escaped their cells and fought their way to the exit were all thrown into despair when they saw the scene.
Po Suolo collapsed on the ground with a hopeless expression.
"We'll fight them!" one of the Ashura tribesmen shouted and released a surge of explosive ferocious qi. He would rather fight to his death than wait for the Mosquitoes to drain their blood.
His determined shout resonated with his people, and it reminded them of the torment they received. It fueled their anger.
"Yeah! We'll fight!"
"I don't want to go back into that cell and wait for them to torture me!"
"My wife was sucked dry before my eyes! I want to avenge her!"
"These damn Mosquitoes! Let's fight!"
The Ashura Tribesmen channeled their Immortal's Core energy to the limit and charged forward.
