Song Jia turned to them, her eyes looked at them straight. A smile slowly crept up to her lips, sending shivers down their spine. They were supposed to be the one to be feared but why is it that in front of this young man, they were the ones afraid.
They gulped.
"We have to work together."
"He just killed the Head!"
'If he could kill the Head, this means he is not an ordinary person! His abilities must be greater than us individually. But still–there's only one of him and there's plenty of us. We shouldn't worry too much.'
They exchanged glances and nodded to each other in agreement.
There were more devilry cultivators entering the hall, surrounding her.
She knows that she's in a precarious state. She would end up dying if she won't be able to escape.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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