Inside the prisoner camp.
Fifty hungry prisoners from the Northern King's Army, surrounded by a group of elite God Martial Army Corps, had no means of escape.
Not to mention, the one in charge of interrogating them was a Golden Elixir cultivator who didn't adhere to martial virtue and personally fought on the battlefield.
No one thought they could escape.
Even if someone had mastered an agility technique like "Iron Leg Water-Skimming" to the pinnacle, they would still be pierced through by a flying sword shot like a cannonball, leaving blood spattered in the long sky.
Although Xia Xiaoman used a standard combat knife, the Frost Snow Sword floated silently behind her, seeming to indicate her status as a Golden Elixir cultivator.
The prisoners were as quiet as cicadas in winter, afraid to make a sound.
Xia Xiaoman frowned: "No one wants to speak?"
