"Senior Brother, are we all going to die here?"
In the captured crowd, a young woman looked at the man beside her with tearful eyes, her voice filled with despair and dejection.
"No, someone will definitely come to rescue us. We must stay alive!" The man's words were weak, more like he was consoling himself.
The people around him were unmoved upon hearing his words because they all knew in their hearts that they had already been abandoned. Perhaps on the side of the Righteous Alliance, they had all been declared dead.
At this moment, a Demon Cultivator approached from afar, instantly causing a stir among the captives. Whenever a Demon Cultivator came over, it meant their suffering time.
Especially for some female cultivators, they wished they could bury their heads in the mud, which was better than being humiliated by these Demon Cultivators.
"Hehehe, I want to pick a furnace. Is there anyone willing to volunteer? After becoming my furnace, you won't be blood slaves anymore."
