Control
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ye Futian was still standing in the air with countless divine swords falling all around him. They were everywhere, locking down the area. With Yu Sheng there as well, there was not even room for a mouse to move.
The cultivators from the Purple Gold Rat Clan who had come to the ruins had been frightened by the two men. This made them feel a little bit sad.
They had thought that they would be able to thrive with the greatest powers of the Nine Realms on this trip to the God's Relic and seize it for themselves. They had not thought that right at the beginning...
Things were going very badly.
Ye Futian looked at the cultivators of the Purple Gold Rat Clan and said, "I will give you a choice. Submit or die." His eyes were cold. There was not even a hint of emotion in his voice.