The guards were furious but did not dare to say anything. They could only rush on silently.
They had no choice. Not to mention the status of this scar-faced man in the caravan, just his cultivation as a Pre-Sky Realm warrior was enough to make them not dare to have any thoughts of resistance.
As if he had seen through everyone's thoughts, the scar-faced man continued to roar,
"Don't be so mean. I'm doing this for your own good."
" Six idiots have already entered the stomach of a demon. If you don't want to die, then…"
Halfway through his words, the expression of the burly man with the scar suddenly changed. He turned around and looked behind him.
However, he had only turned halfway when a huge black shadow swept past his head.
In the next moment, the scar-faced man's head disappeared, and fresh blood spurted out from his broken neck!
The headless corpse swayed for a moment before it fell heavily to the ground, no longer breathing!
