"Hahaha..."
Zhang Bin burst into crazed laughter, his face brimming with satisfaction.
"Hahaha..."
All the Cultivators began to laugh proudly as well.
"Ridiculous. It's a mere, trivial Formation. We can break through it with ease. All of you are going to die!" the Holy Mother of Black Bell sneered and shouted. "Everyone, get ready! Attack together and kill them all!"
"Wait!" Zhang Bin shouted. "Holy Mother, you've seen our superior strength. If you kill us, you'll also suffer immense losses. The only ones who would benefit are other organizations and forces, like the Demonic Assassin Organization. Why don't we negotiate a truce? We don't have any irreconcilable hatred between us."
"A truce? Perhaps. However, the condition for a truce is that you, Zhang Bin, must kill yourself," the Holy Mother of Black Bell said viciously.
