The faces of the Old Clan Patriarch and others turned extremely pale; they were just villagers from the mountains with no strength to resist these "Immortals."
"I'll go. Anyway, I still have a younger brother who can take care of our parents," Er'gou bit his teeth and stepped forward, knowing that following these people meant certain death. Yet, he didn't hesitate much because some must "sacrifice."
"I'll go too..."
"And me..."
One after another, villagers stepped out, including young ones and some older folks.
"Then let's go. Don't waste time!"
The cultivator said coldly.
"Er'gou, Sanwa..." Many people shed tears, their hearts aching.
But now, they couldn't resist because if they did, the village might face a massacre of hundreds.
"Don't be sad for us. If there's a next life, we'd still be willing to be reborn in the village."
Er'gou and others spoke, and their words felt like knives through the hearts of many villagers.
