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n282 The Resistance of the Cannon Fodder (3)

nIn addition, the cultivators of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain would send the natives as cannon fodder from time to time, causing the number of people in the team to rapidly decrease. Now, there were less than thirty people left.

nIt was only when they had escaped into the ruins that their team finally had a chance to catch their breath.

nHowever, their luck was not too good. Even the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain lost two people on the way. Now, in this team, there was only one injured cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm and three early-stage Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators left.

n“This gap can allow Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators to enter. However, the level of danger they will encounter is not limited to the Foundation Establishment Realm.” Jiang Ming also shook his head internally. They had just entered the ruins and had not explored much. However, they had already suffered heavy casualties.

n“Zhang Shan, thank you for saving me just now!” Wei Shouguang walked to Jiang Ming’s side and said gratefully, “Your cultivation base can be considered to be at the peak of the first class of martial arts cultivation!”

n“I was just lucky!” Jiang Ming shook his head and laughed. He had a good impression of Wei Shouguang.

n“Ah, I’m afraid that your strength has already caught the attention of those old immortal cultivators. If there’s a chance, you should…” Wei Shouguang lowered his voice and whispered.

nJiang Ming nodded to show that he understood. However, then he smiled and said, “However, it’s inconvenient to explore the ruins alone. It’s difficult to fight away the dangers we encounter. It’s better to be in a team.”

n“After all, it’ll be much more convenient to explore with some cannon fodder,” Jiang Ming mumbled internally. Their roles were going to be reversed.

n“You’re insane!” Wei Shouguang’s face was filled with anxiety. He wanted to say something. However, a young disciple of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain suddenly walked toward them.

n“You two, come here!”

nJiang Ming got up slowly and followed him.

nWei Shouguang’s expression changed. He had a bad feeling. Nothing good had ever come out of these immortal cultivators taking the initiative to talk to them.

nA moment later, Jiang Ming and Wei Shouguang followed the disciple of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain and walked into a damaged palace.

nThere was a total of eight people inside the hall. Apart from the young disciples, three men and one woman, there were four older Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators. One of them was a middle-aged man reclining on a bamboo chair. His face was as white as a sheet, and his breathing was extremely labored. There were three deep claw marks on his chest—so deep that the bones could be seen, and a rotten smell permeated the air.

n“This must be the only cultivator who has perfected the Foundation Establishment Realm. It seems that he has less than a third of his strength left,” Jiang Ming secretly estimated.

n“These are the two strongest people among the lowly natives?” On the bamboo chair, the middle-aged man said in a disdainful tone. “He’s not even a Dao Master. What can he do?”

n“They’re just cannon fodder anyway. Let’s throw them in and see if they can make a splash. If they die, then so be it. I don’t feel bad about it,” the young disciple who brought Jiang Ming in said casually with a smile on his face.

nWei Shouguang clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white.

n“Alright, throw them into that undamaged hall to check it out. Don’t let them stand here and be an eyesore.” The other Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator waved his hand and dismissed them.

n“Yes!” A burly Qi Refinement Realm disciple immediately walked toward Jiang Ming and Wei Shouguang. He lifted them up by their collars.

n“Wait!”

nA voice suddenly rang out.

nThe hand that was about to land on Jiang Ming’s collar was caught in a vice grip.

n“Let go of my hand. Do you have a death wish?” The tall man’s face was filled with killing intent as he furiously shouted at them.

nHowever, no matter how much he struggled, he could not move at all.

n“My, my, what a bad temper. You have to understand that after being oppressed for a long time, cannon fodder will also get angry and resist,” Jiang Ming explained with a serious face. “When a person is extremely angry, they can burst out with extremely terrible power. For example, me!”

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