C1145 Desolate Raiders

"Scram!"

Xiao Ling's icy voice cut through the air, startling the group of martial cultivators in front of him. Their eyes narrowed in surprise; they hadn't expected him to be so bold, especially when they had the advantage in numbers.

"It's about to go down..."

A Martial Cultivator from the Wood Leaf Sect watched from a distance, shaking his head in disbelief