Because nobody wants to die.
No one believes they can survive against an Upper Realm expert.
Not even thinking they can take the next strike.
"It's really boring."
The Sword Demon looked slightly annoyed at those who were falling, then said, "Start running. Out of the 34 of you, I'll only kill 17. Who lives and who dies depends on how fast you can fly. A quarter-hour later, if you find I haven't chased you, that means you're the 18th person. Congratulations, you're very lucky. But let me remind you, if you happen to survive, don't think of running again. I know your backgrounds very well. You can escape, but your families, your forces cannot. In a quarter-hour, I want to see the 17 living people at the foot of the Immortal Sect's mountain. Don't make me come find you! Otherwise, even if the Sect Leader spares your dog lives again, I definitely won't hold back!"
With that, the Sword Demon's figure suddenly vanished from the original spot.
