"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The hopeless adventurers lined up one by one, pale-faced, selecting graves one after another, and then, swiftly and cleanly under the flashes of lightning, they died, turning into clusters of blood mist.
The powerhouses of the Five Directions Immortal Sect coldly ignored the despair in the eyes of the people, watching everything with indifference, driving batch after batch to their deaths.
Grave after grave was broken open, as adventurers perished one after the other.
Hundreds of miles away, in a cave, Mack Conley and others were pale, their hearts filled with fear and trepidation.
"Did they really just do that? Hundreds of immortals, treated like consumables, slaughtered like pigs, dogs, cattle, and sheep. This is blatant murder!"
Callan Mason's expression was grave: "It's a good thing we left first, otherwise, we'd probably be just like them, waiting hopelessly for death!"
