The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4234

The other alchemists followed behind, surrounded by members of the Sky Slasher Sect. None of them dared to resist.

“Mr. Mulligan, there's still a group of alchemists trapped in the storm. Their fate is unknown. Jared Chance, the one being hunted by the Demon Seal Alliance for the hundred-year offering, is among them. You should send someone to check it out,” Thaddeus said.

“Oh? Jared's there too? Excellent. We can use him to negotiate with the Demon Seal Alliance.”

Ventus's eyes lit up as he waved at a bearded middle-aged man. “Mr. Lund, take a spirit ship with some men and check on the situation. Bring back the alchemists alive if possible, especially Jared.”

“As you wish!” Aaron Lund nodded and then left with a group on a spirit ship.

Sky Slasher Sect had gathered so many alchemists to help refine pills. In other words, these alchemists were now going to work for free for the sect.

If any of them died, they would lose their value entirely.

Although this small island had many resources, the Sky Slasher Sect lacked their own alchemists, causing a lot of these resources to be wasted.

That was why Stanton had led some of the sect's disciples away and started learning alchemy, even attempting to seize Medicine God Island to strengthen their pill-refining capabilities.

Suffering on this remote island without alchemists was what drove Stanton to such actions.

Thaddeus and his group were brought to the main hall of the Sky Slasher Sect. Although they were served good food and drink, they had lost their freedom.

They were confined to rooms surrounded by arcane arrays. These alchemists had no knowledge of arrays, so escape was impossible.

“If I get the chance, I'll kill that old b*stard Sinclair!” Ernesto fumed angrily.

Thaddeus sighed softly, “Stop shouting. Just sit tight. Who would've thought that after scheming all our lives, we'd get outmaneuvered like this?”

He lay down on the bed, having resigned himself to his fate.

Seeing this, Ernesto could only sigh in frustration and sit down at the table, drowning his sorrows in drink.