You’re Not Afraid Of Me

It was a team of twenty or thirty people, all in black clothes with long swords that hung down from their waist. Their bodies exuded cold and bloodthirsty breaths and each one of them stared at them with cold sinister looks. 

The lowest strength of those people was the peak level of Golden Core, not to mention the lead devilry cultivator. The aura on the leader's body was extremely powerful, and him just standing there made them feel an unprecedented threat. 

It seemed that they were really in trouble this time. 

The strength of those devilry cultivators were much stronger than those of the previous loose cultivators they had just encountered. Even if the people of the Thunderfire Mercenary Group fought to their death, it was likely that they would be killed.