After a superficial analysis of the situation, James, Henry, and Delainey believed that these men in black robes were sent by the Divinity Sect to increase the difficulty level of the Grand Tournament.

“No, you’re wrong!” Another cultivator who was injured refuted their idea, saying, “These people are ruthless and cold-blooded. I saw them murder many people and drain their blood, turning them into piles of dry corpses!”

“Yes, they’re merciless! If they can’t capture you alive, they’ll simply kill you on the spot!”

Hearing this, the three froze.

“Is that true?”

“Yes!” An injured cultivator nodded.

James and the others looked at one another, speechless. Then, they gathered by the bonfire.

James took a deep breath and said, “In that case, this must be a conspiracy to annihilate the hundreds of thousands of cultivators here. But why do they have to drain our blood? What are they trying to do?”

Henry and Delainey shook their heads.

Delainey asked, “What should we do next,