733 733. Slave

'This world keeps on surprising me.' Noah thought as he studied the peculiar human surrounded by the heroic assets.

The man looked as if he was about to faint under the innate pressure radiated by the group. Still, none of the cultivators on the scene cared about his well-being.

There was something that they had yet to make clear about their mission. The four nations had deployed their assets to explore new Mortal Lands and find valuable resources, but they didn't agree on what methods they would use to achieve that.

They were invaders, but they had yet to decide how far they were willing to go.

"Can you speak?" Gray Fury asked while trying to convey his questioning tone as much as he could.

The rank 2 cultivator shook when he heard those words, but he didn't answer. There was only fear in his eyes, and that feeling was stopping him from doing anything that wasn't trembling.