"This is the price for shaking the army's morale. Let go of the Token and you die. Keep channeling Magical Power into the Token. Don't stop."
Several Cultivators dressed as Core Disciples of the White Mountain Sword Sect watched the crowd coldly. One of them held a drawn sword; he was clearly the one who had just struck.
Such scenes were common in every corner of the White Mountain Sword Sect's army formation. The eight-thousand-strong army contained many low-level Cultivators, and for most, this was their first battle of this magnitude. It was a clear sign of just how desperate the White Mountain Sword Sect's situation had become.
The bloody crackdown stunned the crowd. Filled with terror, they had no choice but to continue pouring their Magical Power into the greedy Command Flag.
