Before Zhuge Xiang could open his mouth, the few Mahayana peak cultivators who rushed out of the forest had already spoken.
"Great Commander! We are cultivators of Hua Country, and we should not be used as tools by foreigners! If we combine our strength, perhaps we could fight this person!!!"
The speaker was the leader who rushed out of the forest, a Mahayana peak cultivator.
But, no sooner had the words left his mouth than his skin appeared to have some poisonous snakes wriggling beneath it.
Then...
Boom!
His body exploded, turning into a shower of blood mist that scattered with the wind.
The other five Mahayana peak cultivators who had rushed out with him had their eyes split wide open, their already panicked expressions now filled with terror, as if their courage had been completely shattered.
"No!"
"No!"
"No!!! You can't kill us anymore! If you kill us, you won't even have puppets left!!!"
One of the Mahayana peak cultivators began to cry out loud.
