415 I've Got A Broken Weapon!

It sounded unbelievable that only ten plus Practitioners were able to keep hundreds of individual Practitioners under control. At the very least, many of them could surely escape if they all dispersed at the same time.

Yet, the reality was this ridiculous. No one was willing to take the lead. Besides, it was better to be a slave in a safe environment than to die in the wilderness.

The two Class C's turned to Lu Shu. "Go down yourself and follow the rest. Everything clear?"

Basically, those captured unaffiliated Practitioners would have accepted their fate at this step. It was a brainless job anyway, just to dig out and gather together broken weapons. At the moment, the pile of weapons was already taller than a person.

The Practitioner slaves were burying their heads in their work. They had become much more diligent after their red bosses took a slacker's life.