The Immortal Sect disciples' faces paled.
These Demon Cultivators were ruthless, attacking at the slightest disagreement.
"Y-You... stop this."
"Let go of our Junior Uncle! Let go of our Junior Aunt!"
Damon Grant swung the Iron Ball in his hand and smashed it into the ground. The earth instantly trembled and caved in, sending the shouting Immortal Sect disciples stumbling and tumbling into a heap.
Damon Grant glanced at them, casually yanked the Iron Ball's chain, and slung it over his shoulder.
He spoke. "I'll give you till the count of three. Anyone still here can go join your Junior Uncle in the mines. And when that happens, the ransom won't be just two thousand Spirit Stones."
As he spoke, he held up a finger.
"One."
"Two."
The disciples of the Primal Heaven Sect looked to Rowan Forrest and shouted to her.
"Junior Sister Forrest, we have to go!"
'Go? I'm not going anywhere.'
