Having confirmed this, Lu Ye felt greatly relieved.
He turned his head to look at several bound cultivators and silently raised his hand, flashing the battlefield marking's light on the back of his hand.
All four changed their expressions simultaneously, with one of them forcing a smile and saying, "Fellow Daoist, we are also from the Haotian Alliance, please help us."
What responded was a streak of weapon control light that passed through this person's head and flew straight out, then swept towards the other few, killing them one by one.
One of them shouted in anger before dying, "You won't die a good death."
Lu Ye didn't know whether he would meet a bad end or not, but those who had cursed him were already dead beyond dead.
If these people had truly been from the Haotian Alliance, they would certainly have shown their battlefield markings immediately. Since they had not, it confirmed that they were from Ten Thousand Demons Ridge; naturally, there was no need for pleasantries.