"How did the Five Elements Sect Cultivators get here?!"
"Weren't they supposed to guarantee the trade meet's safety?!"
"Run! I don't want to be captured by the Five Elements Sect and dragged to the battlefield!"
The Loose Cultivators reacted to the sight of the Five Elements Sect Cultivators like mice seeing a cat.
Despite hiding until now, they ultimately couldn't escape the grasp of the Five Elements Sect... War was a meat grinder; among the forcibly conscripted Loose Cultivators, those who returned alive were few and far between. Without Spirit Rice, they could barely survive, but on the battlefield, only a dead end awaited.
"How audacious! How long were you planning to hide?"
"Send them all to the battlefield!"
Facing the elite of the Five Elements Sect, who were in peak condition and at the height of their power, the Loose Cultivators felt as desolate as mourners at a funeral.
They wanted to run, but alas, their escape routes were cut off, and all hope was lost.
