"Hand over your cultivation technique and cripple your cultivation and limbs. Perhaps I can plead for leniency for you and let you be a dog beside Young Master Ying," Zhao Jinsha said playfully, as if Lin Xuan was already at their mercy.
Everyone laughed loudly with ferocious smiles on their faces.
"Are you bullying us with numbers?" The aura on Huang Hao's body shook. He was about to help Lin Xuan when he, Beichen Lan, and the others were stopped.
For some reason, a large number of vine demons surged towards them. Coiled vines blocked the path ahead. Every certain distance, a cultivator guarded it.
Wang Tengfei had long discovered that the people beside Lin Xuan were not weak. Their blood was extremely attractive to these tree demons. Just now, when Lin Xuan was fighting, he had sent people to scatter the blood grass near Huang Hao.
