Mo Huasong said with a smile, "What's the matter? Lu Yunyi, are you scared?"
"I am scared," Lu Yunyi admitted, showing flexibility in the face of his challenge.
"Actually, with our strength, if we concentrate our forces, attacking one group of fierce beasts shouldn't be a big problem. They are just six thousand, and we are over four thousand—can't we kill them?" Mo Huasong sneered coldly.
"At that time, we will make them cry out in misery and show them that humans are not to be trifled with. We need to make them fear humans so much they tremble at the sight of us."
Hearing Mo Huasong's words, the other cultivators nodded in agreement, finding the plan feasible.
Because no one wanted to be looked down upon by the beasts, this was a matter of human-fierce beast contention, and even in death, they had to fight for this breath of pride.
