"Immortal, Immortal Master, we really don't know how to get out of here!"
One of the men from the Cloud Map Tribe replied.
He'd thought this young man didn't have much cultivation, but now, seeing him summon Celestial Thunder, he realized the guy was way more powerful than he looked.
"Don't know? Then die for me!"
Zhao Fuhu threw out a punch, shrouded in the power of thunder, instantly killing more than twenty people right in front of him.
Only one scrawny man was left, scared out of his mind, peeing himself as he fell to the ground.
"Do you know how to get out of here?"
Zhao Fuhu asked.
"I—I don't know either, but—but our tribe chief does! Some people got in here before, and I heard they left later!"
The guy was scared shitless by now, spilling everything he knew to Zhao Fuhu.
"Take me to your tribe. Have your chief come meet me!"
Zhao Fuhu barked. He didn't bother talking fairness with mortals like these.
