"You wanted to pretend to be a saint? Want to defend the weak? If you had an ounce of shame, you should kill yourself, and using your own blood, everyone would thank you for your benevolence." The human Sniper said with a sarcastic smile.
"Yeah, all of you should die! That way, the next test will open up, and the weak won't have to perish. Come on, let's go!" The human Warlock shouted, encouraging more people around to join in.
"Sir... I can't take this anymore..." Nebai murmured, clenching his fists, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"It's a trap. They want the cultivators from the weaker sects to attack first because they know they can't be arrogant with us. The goal is to wear us down. If we fall for this, we'll be fooled." Zaimo whispered, positioning himself next to Nebai.
