Su Yingxue rushed to the highest boulder and shouted, "Those who want to survive, stop!"
The female slaves who were frantically searching for food and fighting initially paid no attention.
It wasn't until she brandished the red jade soft whip with a crack sound, leaving a resounding echo, that it whipped through the air and left a deep mark on the mountain rock.
The female slaves were all stunned by the display of strength and authority.
They were all people who had survived on the edge of life and death. They more or less had some survival skills, and they were people who would do anything to survive.
Yet, they were all awed by Su Yingxue's authority.
Although Su Yingxue's figure was slender, her face devoid of color, pale to the point of translucence, her words carried an unwavering forcefulness. "Instead of fighting like this and only one person survives, why don't we work together and let everyone survive?
