"Not good!"
The Divinity Transformation cultivators who had just arrived were instantly alarmed.
"These people really want to self-detonate!"
They had been pushed to their breaking point; they were ready to throw their lives away.
'But we were only here to help. We don't want to die along with them!'
In that instant, the Divinity Transformation cultivators who had rushed out felt a pang of regret.
They had thought the men were just bluffing, but it turned out they were serious.
But now there was no turning back. They could only throw everything they had at the enemy, striving to kill them before they could act.
"Hahaha—Die!"
"Song Wanning, all of you can go to hell."
"All of you, DIE!!!"
As if by silent agreement, their expressions turned crazed as their bodies began to swell.
'This array was meant to trap us, wasn't it?'
Now it had become their very own cage.
"Hahaha—"
Facing death, they felt a sense of liberation.
They no longer feared Song Wanning.
