In this demonic sect, they had experienced all sorts of torture and terror.
But this was the first time they had watched, helpless, as their Eldest Brother mercilessly killed one of their own—another undercover disciple—for the sake of an opportunity.
That casualness, that indifference... it was as if he were crushing an ant, an act unworthy of a second thought.
A chill, born of the fear that they could be next, spread uncontrollably from the depths of their hearts throughout their bodies.
They were, after all, different from these Evil Cultivators; they couldn't be so callous.
Even if this experience, like the one in the Yin Spirit Institute, would turn out to be just an illusion once they left.
'But today, Eldest Brother killed Dong Changsheng without a second thought just to snatch his opportunity and kick him out of the secret realm.'
'Then what about tomorrow?'
