The black-robed young man’s eyes burned with anger, and he shouted, "Surround them, don’t let any of them escape!"

Carson Flores sneered, "We never planned on leaving."

The black-robed young man laughed coldly, "I admit I underestimated you, but if you think you can leave here alive today, you’re gravely mistaken!"

Carson Flores ignored the people surrounding him and laughed, "With just you, it seems like you can’t stop us!"

Carson Flores summoned the Ethereal Pagoda, taking June Weiss, Mona Briggs, Cirelle Moonshadow, and Niall Sinclair all into the pagoda.

Among everyone, Niall Sinclair was the strongest, but she couldn’t expose herself, otherwise it might bring even more trouble.

Niall Sinclair didn’t resist Carson Flores’ arrangement, just left a word before entering.

"If needed, I can step in." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Carson Flores nodded. If danger actually arose and he needed Niall Sinclair’s help, he naturally wouldn’t stand on ceremony with her.

With their lives at risk, who would care about being discovered?

Better to focus on survival.

The black-robed young man watched coldly, yet wasn’t in a hurry to strike.

Carson Flores felt somewhat strange; the guy was shouting fiercely, yet refrained from acting?

Lack of confidence?

He had been stopped by Shirley Miller just now, and it seemed his combat power wasn’t stronger than hers.

He stopped them from leaving, yet didn’t act? Waiting for someone?

Just as this thought crossed Carson Flores’ mind, a figure appeared on the horizon, like a rainbow crossing the sun, creating a golden light path in the sky, instantly stretching above the camp, and then descended.

The elder was a white-haired old man, clad in a similarly black robe, exuding an imposing aura.

He saw the huge pit ahead and the middle-aged man’s half-corpse, his face suddenly brimming with intense killing intent.

"Zane, what happened?"

The black-robed young man pointed at Carson Flores and the others, "They killed Newman, Uncle Compton, don’t let them go!"

The white-haired elder looked at Carson Flores and the others, asking in a deep voice, "Who are you, and why did you come to my camp to kill?"

Carson Flores secretly remained vigilant, responding coldly, "Do you think we wanted to come here? Maybe you should ask the person beside you first?"

The white-haired elder paused for a moment, turning to look at the black-robed young man, whose face instantly showed a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness.

The white-haired elder knew the black-robed young man well, and seeing his expression, coupled with the presence of Shirley Miller and Alfred Weaver, he immediately understood.

No wonder he rushed back to the camp from Verdant Leaf City; he intended to come back and play with women, but unexpectedly kicked an iron plate!

The white-haired elder felt a sense of disappointment at unfulfilled expectations, "With such serious matters at hand, Zane, can’t you restrain yourself a bit?"

The black-robed young man embarrassingly explained, "I had people look into their background, said they were loose cultivators, figured there were a few days left, so I thought I’d play first. Who knew they were strong enough to team up and kill Newman, even burning his primordial spirit, before I could even intervene..."

The white-haired elder slightly squinted his eyes, his cold gaze becoming more serious, "Who exactly are you?"

Carson Flores responded in a low voice, "Before questioning others, shouldn’t you state your name first?"

The white-haired elder coldly replied, "If you won’t say, then don’t bother. Since you killed disciples from my Sect, you’ll have to stay. Surrender and avoid unnecessary pain."

"Break through, go!"

Not able to uncover who the opponent was, Carson Flores stopped wasting words, shouted in a low voice while simultaneously summoning the Ethereal Pagoda, it hovered above the three, emitting a golden light that enveloped them.

"Trying to leave?"

The white-haired elder sneered, instantly expanding his Domain Power, and the surrounding air turned into a swamp, firmly trapping Carson Flores and the others, a storm formed, resembling countless blades converging, immediately enclosing Carson Flores and the three.

Carson Flores infused spiritual power into the Ethereal Pagoda, and the protective formation inside the pagoda immediately operated at full strength.

The golden light blocked the storm, preventing it from invading under the pagoda!

The white-haired elder’s eyes gleamed, looking at the Ethereal Pagoda with intense greed.

The strength of Carson Flores and the others was far inferior to his, theoretically, he should have defeated them effortlessly, but they relied on a magical treasure to block his attack!

What an incredible magical treasure!

This magical treasure is mine!

Carson Flores hid beneath the golden light and inquired, "Delarosa, what’s the strength of this old guy?"

"Great Land Immortal, Superior Grade, anyway, not Great Land Prime Immortal, otherwise, it wouldn’t be easy to deal with!"

Carson Flores breathed a sigh of relief, "Can we break through?"

Delarosa replied, "We can block, but it’s difficult to break through..."

Carson Flores gritted his teeth, "Then let’s finish him off!"

"How do you plan to do it?"

Carson Flores raised his right arm, speaking coldly, "I’ll treat him to a sword strike. If I can’t kill him, we’ll take the opportunity to flee!"

"Alright!"

Carson Flores lifted his right arm, and strands of golden light began to emerge from the Sword Talisman Imprint on his arm...