"This…" Xu Lang muttered with a gloomy expression.
He, his fellow disciples, Bai Chunhua's disciples, and several others originally wanted to escape.
Unfortunately, they never got an opportunity and were forced to follow their masters to the Fog Sea.
"Only five are human cultivators. The rest are puppets." Bai Chunhua said.
"Puppets?" Yang Jian took a second look and couldn't help but be surprised.
"Can the Weapon Refining City make such human-like puppets?" She asked but Bai Chunhua didn't answer.
Receiving no answer, Yang Jian gritted her teeth in anger.
'Why provoke such an enemy? Even if you think your life is too long and want to end it, why force your disciples to die with you?'
At this time, Yang Jian hated her weakness.
How could she be forced to take part in such a nonsense matter if she was stronger than her master?
A moment later, Yang Jian sighed and regained a calm.