More than a dozen Cultivators!
Su Ying's scream caught the attention of those people. The middle-aged man leading them glanced at the two thugs, but he didn't stop. Instead, he continued to fly downstream.
"Let go of me, immortals, save me..." Su Ying also saw the dozen Cultivators and cried for help.
But these people didn't stop at all; they just flew away.
Xiao Chen was full of rage; these people were indeed not kind at heart!
Xiao Chen's overwhelmingly powerful Divine Sense swept out instantly, the two thugs felt as if they were struck by lightning. They screamed in terror, uttering their last plea for help: "Save... us..."
The departing Cultivators felt that something was off, and turned their heads. They saw the two men weakly waving their arms.
In a flash, the two leading figures flew back rapidly with over ten young men and women.
