When these cultivators felt the shadow of death enveloping them completely, their faces turned even uglier.
They were acutely aware that under such a deathly aura, they could hardly muster any resistance, nor was there much hope for escape.
They understood that to survive under such circumstances, they could only rely on the powerful protector who had arrived before them.
But would this protector spare them?
They did not know.
However, at this moment, they had no choice but to gamble everything they had, as this was the situation they had to face.
Almost instantly, everyone stood silently in place, beads of sweat trickling down from their bodies.
Such feelings and such taste were truly indescribable,
certainly an extreme form of suffering.
"Protector, we were wrong, please grant us another chance. We promise never to disappoint you again." All the cultivators, in the throes of agony, gritted their teeth and spoke in unison.
