But the desire to survive was something everyone shared, as long as there was a common goal, he could manipulate these people, and as long as he found the antidote, he could slowly take care of these disobedient disciples.
When the disciples heard his words, the will to survive in their eyes meant that they couldn't care about anything else. After exchanging glances, several of them charged at An Jiuyue.
"Heh."
An Jiuyue let out a light chuckle.
Everyone knew that High Priest Demon Heart had the power to suppress the bloodlines of those separated by space with the Blood Covenant, but this Liao Fusheng, did he truly not know or had he simply forgotten about this fact?
"Stop, you..."
The Great Elder wanted to stop them, genuinely anxious in his heart.
He always felt that what the Valley Master was doing was not snatching the antidote but courting death, and it was his own disciples who would pay the price.
