He immediately withdrew from the carriage, shouting loudly.
"Something's wrong! The monk over here is in trouble!"
Others also noticed something amiss; Committee Member Gu Lin had already made an urgent call to the medical department.
Wu Qingyun stepped out of an off-road vehicle and heard the Ancient Immortal Master's sigh in her mind.
"There's no use in seeking anyone.
"They are martial slaves; their blood, their spirit will, their life fire... they have no control over themselves.
"At this moment, judging by their exhausted appearance, it's clear that the Master of Martial Slaves is remotely siphoning their blood qi, their spirit will, draining their lives to use resources to perform Immortal Technique!
"Unless you kill the Master of Martial Slaves, we can only watch helplessly as they are drained bit by bit! Until they become mere husks!"
Wu Qingyun maintained a stoic expression, yet her eyes were moist, unwilling to continue listening.
