Rats Leaving a Sinking Ship

At this time, halfway up the mountain on the mountainside, a group of people was already waiting seriously.

These people were all wearing the ancient clothes identifying them as disciples of the Soul-snatcher Sect, and they looked towards Lu Xuan with anger in their eyes.

On the previous night, they had already confirmed that the elites on the eastern campaign had all been defeated. For the Soul-snatcher Sect, this was not just a vital injury, as it had brought them to the brink of extinction.

If not for the remaining Sectmaster, most of the people here would likely have deserted the sect in the night.

Moreover, the elites and masters of the Soul-snatcher Sect that Lu Xuan had slain were all related to them in some way or another.

"Beat him to death, substitute Vice Sectmaster, and take revenge for the elders!"