If they refuse to hand over the treasure, there's only one way for them—death.
Watching the countless Rakshasa Sect followers charging forward, the young elites aboard the flying shuttle immediately panicked; after all, most of them had rarely been through such a bloody battle.
Many of the younger cultivators were so frightened, they abandoned the ship and ran.
But Lin Chang'sheng, on the other hand, stood firm without moving a muscle. He had just broken through to the Middle Stage of Void Refining and wanted to test his strength.
"Everyone, sit tight! We're going to charge straight through the thunder zone and cross the river!"
Hou Yutian gave the order and immediately steered the flying shuttle forward at top speed.
More than ten of the cultivators who tried to hem them in directly fell before Hou Yutian's sword, slain on the spot.
Watching the flying shuttle enter the thunder zone, the one-eyed man raised his hand to signal his men not to follow together.
