Long Yan smiled slightly, listening to the shouts and sounds of killing outside gradually growing louder. He turned his head to look at Brother Qing and the others behind him.
"Let's go, let's get out of here."
In an instant, Brother Qing and Tian Wu, who was squatting on the ground, thought he was joking. Not to mention that the completely sealed prison gate was about the thickness of a normal person's fist. Just now, Tian Wu had already said there were not only those monsters outside but at least six cultivators.
For mercenaries to fight cultivators, not only in the eyes of the five of them, but even in the Holy Domain, it is an impossible thing, akin to daydreaming. So why would Long Yan say such a thing?
"Brother Tian, there are six cultivators out there."
