313 An Eerily Smooth Resolution

"Come quietly, and we won't shoot!" Brad spoke into a megaphone from the top of the wall, standing next to a hundred Immortals with Guided Arrows drawn.

"That won't happen," Major Reed declared. "Give us our companions, and we will leave; otherwise, prepare for us to slaughter half of you before we run out of Qi and die."

Tension and paranoia swept through the Immortals, triggering past trauma.

"We seek equal negotiation," Brad announced quickly, sensing their trauma. "However, your people have attacked us before, so expect retaliation if you threaten us again. You're looking at our weakest members. You will face our leaders if you seek your companions or promote hostility."

It was the cultivator's turn to feel intense apprehension. The thought that the sea of Sky Realm cultivators was the weakest on campus made them feel intense anxiety.

As both sides prepared for battle, a familiar voice rang through the air, shocking both sides.