Treasure-hunting: Into the Unknown

"Don't listen to him. He's the only one who will die today. Come on!" Warren ordered when he observed that everyone had hesitated. He didn't want Zachary to wreck their morale.

Even though Zachary had warned the disciples of the Zi Clan to leave, they chose to attack him. They were afraid of Warren as they knew that they would suffer severe repercussions if they disobeyed him. Since Zachary was alone, they decided it was safer to disregard him. They also hoped that their sheer number would overwhelm him and give them an advantage.

Soon, those disciples surrounded Zachary, like an iron bucket array, firmly trapping him within, intending to prevent him from escaping.

But what they did not know was what Zachary was really capable of. The truth was that he could escape easily as long as he wished.

Zachary frowned when he saw that these disciples didn't intend to flee. As they were innocent, just like the Welkin Sect's disciples back then, he had been merciful by giving them the chance to save their lives. However, they decided to stay and follow Warren's orders. In this case, he could not be blamed for being ruthless now. These disciples were courting death.

In the blink of an eye, Zachary disappeared.

The next moment, all the disciples frowned as a shadow flashed past them. Some felt as though the shadow had rushed through them. Bewildering enough, they also sensed an unprecedented intense pressure and a murderous aura, as if the God of death had arrived. They were stunned. Several screams echoed in the space, shaking the others out of their daze. The disciples glanced around with widened eyes, only to see a few of their companions' heads roll off their bodies and land on the ground with a sickening squelching sound.

Zachary, who resembled a shadow, hurtled forward with a moon-shaped ice blade in his hand. Before anyone could react, the ice blade flew in the air, and sharp ice force scattered in all directions.

As Warren was Zachary's only target, he didn't want to waste time battling the others. Besides, it didn't matter to him if they lived or died. He simply focused on his objective.

"Stop him! Stop him!" Warren screamed with such intensity that the fat on his face wobbled. A sense of dread filled him when he realized that Zachary was headin

will end up like him!" Warren's eyes darkened when none of the disciples moved toward Zachary. He stretched out his hand and pulled the nearest disciple toward him.

That disciple was sucked toward Warren's hand, as though an invisible force was dragging him. Warren then exerted a little strength, and the disciple's body crumbled as though all his bones had broken. A moment later, the disciple's eyes rolled back in his head, and he crumpled to the floor, lifeless.

Desperation was reflected in the remaining disciples' expressions. It didn't matter if they retreated or attacked, as they were going to die anyway. Their complexions turned ashen as they knew that they had no choice but to charge at Zachary and those beasts.

"They are so pathetic! It's torture for them to be alive now!" Zachary's eyes were cold as he uttered indifferently. With a shake of his hands, ten ice dragons shot out from around his body and flew in different directions. In a flash, they turned into sword shadows and drilled into the crowd around. Shrill screams rang out continuously as the ice dragons cut through the disciples.

Soon, several disciples lost their desire to fight. They began to retreat and escape, not wanting to be killed.

At the sight of this, Warren didn't show any mercy. He instantly killed those who were trying to flee. At the same time, he glared at Zachary as he had never encountered anyone bold enough to kill people of the Zi Clan, especially in the Zi Clan's territory where it had a significant influence.