"Now you're all set!"

From the void, several figures came out, all of them were monks from the Infant Gathering Realm, and the aura emanating from their bodies was so suppressed that the Gathering Pill Realm in front of them couldn't breathe.

"What a strong momentum!"

Chen Ping sighed secretly. These infant-gathering monks had been ambushing in the void for a long time. The purpose was to gather all of them together.

There was also the sound of breaking wind from all around, and the hunter's brigade also appeared.

This was a hunt for their group, and Ye Hongling, whom Chen Ping had suspected, was always under his nose, and there was absolutely no possibility of revealing their whereabouts.

It seems that there are really spies in this group of people!

Chen Ping is suspicious of everyone now, but he has to relax a little bit towards Ma Song. This son of the richest man can't work hand in hand with these filthy hunters.

The hunters are all covered in uniform gray robes, they are a group of shady bugs.

With so many hunters, I am afraid that this plan has already started.

"It's really not easy to bring you together!"

Among the hunters, the baby-gathering strongman, holding a magic weapon to hide his whereabouts, slowly formed a circle of encirclement.

Among the surrounded monks, each of them had an ugly face, as if mourning!

Regardless of whether it is the infant-gathering powerhouse or the pill-gathering cultivator, the opponent has more than them. How can we fight this battle, and the opponent is obviously well prepared.

"Fight with them, kill one to keep your capital, and kill two to make money!"

"Damn, it's too much to bully, these sons of bitches, do it!"

"Count me in, labor and management don't believe it, they really are not afraid of death!"

A group of militant monks were already clamoring for their lives, and now that they knew that these hunters were coming for their souls, some people were already planning to explode their souls.

However, it is impossible for the hunters to be unprepared. The magic weapon in their hands can control the monks within a certain range, preventing their spirits from exploding themselves.

After the encirclement circle of these people was formed, an invisible formation was also secretly arranged, and the surrounding space was sealed, even if people from other groups came to support it, it was impossible.

Knowing that it was a mortal situation, these monks also showed their determination to fight to the death. There were forty-two people left in the twelve teams, and some teams had four people, just like Chen Ping and his team, with one more Ye Hongling.

The strength gap between the two sides is not ordinary!

"kill!"

Among the hunters, someone opened his mouth brazenly.

The hunters around didn't move, but chaos appeared among their own people.

Someone made a surprise attack on the companion around him, killing him with a single blow, or abolishing the dantian of the companion around him with the power of a palm.

"you!"

The monks in the chaos were all mournful and indignant when they found that the comrades around him had suddenly attacked.

— one, two, three...

Chen Ping was silently counting the traitors in this group. Among the forty-two monks, there were actually eight traitors, and there was even one in the Infant Gathering Realm who attacked other strong men around him.

Instead, it was Ye Hongling, the person Chen Ping suspected the most, she didn't make a move.

"Am I really wrong?"

Chen Ping really wondered if he was wrong.

"I killed you traitors!"

"Bastard, labor and management have saved you before!"

In the chaos, filled with various voices, Ma Song was beside Chen Ping, holding a magic weapon in his hand, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

"Senior brother Liu, are we dying!"

Ma Song has always regarded Chen Ping as the backbone, but at the last moment, he was still made dumplings by these hunters.