"Scatter and run."
Yu Wenjing's face turned vicious, and he turned around without looking back to run, hoping the others would attract attention, so Su Jie would chase them, giving him a slim chance to escape.
Mo Shiyao followed closely behind, then Jiang Lin and He Wenfeng, the four of them fled in different directions, secretly hoping Su Jie would chase someone else.
"When disaster strikes, everyone flies away on their own! Even the righteous sect doesn't care about loyalty!"
Su Jie lightly chuckled, shaking his head, watching Zhang Xinming, whose Dao heart had collapsed, standing there.
Abandoned and alone, Zhang Xinming seemed oblivious to the severity of the situation, solely focused on retrieving his Canghai Sword.
However, the Thousand-Handed Centipede took one look at Zhang Xinming, who was bouncing around in front of him, and crushed him down like Mount Tai, making Zhang Xinming stay put, as his spine was fractured and he couldn't struggle at all.
