"So, should we continue searching for those weak human martial artists and slaughter them?" someone in the group asked the leader.
"Of course, if we can't complete the task, just see how the host will deal with us!" the leader coldly responded with a humph.
Upon hearing this, everyone shivered.
Evidently, the host the leader referred to was someone they feared immensely.
"Hall Master, what's really going on? Why has the host been sending us to various places on the Extraterrestrial Battlefield to find and kill those weak human martial artists and take their fresh blood these past few months?" another person asked.
The leader glanced at him, his tone icy, "Are you seeking death? If it's not your place to ask, don't ask!"
"If the host and others hear such words, you wouldn't even know how you died!"
Frightened, that person shivered, quickly closed his mouth, and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, Hall Master, I spoke out of turn."
"I won't dare to ask such questions anymore."
