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Without lingering any longer, Shi Hao turned around and leaped upwards along the steep rock face.

at the same time.

Above the abyss, Cao Yusheng and the others were already anxiously waiting.

The Lunar Jade Rabbit crouched at the edge of the abyss, its ears drooping, its eyes fixed on the dark abyss below, muttering to itself, "Why isn't Brother Shi Hao back yet..."

Although Cao Yusheng appeared calm on the surface, his palms were sweating profusely. He kept wiping his forehead with his sleeve, muttering, "It should be soon, it should be soon..."

Qingyi and Fengwu also looked worried, their eyes fixed on the bottom of the abyss.

On the contrary, Luo Feng and Lin Dong and the others appeared very calm.

Because they already knew about Shi Hao's situation through the chat group.

"Sigh, do you guys think... that Ara might really be dead down there?"

Just then, a voice suddenly came from the crowd, with a hint of schadenfreude in its tone.

Clearly, Shi Hao's prolonged absence has led some to speculate that he may have died outside.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Soon, more and more people began to discuss it:

"Possibly. This Black Abyss is inherently sinister; even a sect leader would face a near-death experience going down there. It's a miracle that he, a mere Divine Fire Realm cultivator, has managed to hold on this long."

"Hehe, if he really dies down there, that would be interesting. This ancient immortal secret realm will be one less scourge, and our lives will be a little easier."

"The one who speaks will surely die this time..."

Upon hearing these words, Lin Dong frowned and turned to look in the direction from which the voice came.

The people speaking were dressed in the attire of the underworld and the heavenly realm, clearly belonging to those two factions.

When they saw Lin Dong looking over, although they felt a little guilty, they still forced themselves not to look away.

"What did you just say?"

Lin Dong frowned and asked, his voice carrying a hint of coldness.

One of the disciples from the Underworld retorted, "We're telling the truth! That desolate creature has been down there for so long without coming up, without even a sound. What else could it be but death down there? Stop waiting like idiots and hurry down to collect his body."

The disciples of Heaven echoed, "It's too late. If we go down now, we might not even be able to collect the corpses. There are far more monsters down there than you imagine."

Lin Dong was about to lash out when Han Li stopped him, saying, "Don't be impulsive. They just want to provoke you so you'll make a move in Burial City. You know the rules here."

Lin Dong gritted his teeth, barely suppressing his anger, but his face was already terribly gloomy.

He glanced down into the abyss, a hint of anticipation in his eyes: "Brother Shi Hao, you'd better hurry up and come up..."

"--boom!!!"

Just then, a piercing sound suddenly came from below the abyss.

Immediately afterwards, a golden figure shot up from the darkness like a shooting star, moving at an incredible speed, creating a gust of wind that forced the surrounding crowd to take several steps back.

The figure drew a graceful arc in the air before landing precisely on the open ground at the edge of the abyss.

It was Shi Hao.

He was still wearing the dark gold Thunder Emperor Armor. The light screen of the alchemy furnace had just dissipated, and his robes were stained with some dust and blood, but his eyes were still as bright as stars.

"Brother Shi Hao!"

The Moon Rabbit was the first to rush forward: "You're finally back! We were all so worried about you!"

Shi Hao reached out and patted her head, smiling, "It's nothing, it's just that the road down there is a bit long."

After he finished speaking, his gaze turned to the few people who had been mocking him just now. The smile on his face did not change, but his eyes turned colder.

He raised his hand and waved it gently, and a golden light flew out like a rope, accurately binding the three people who were speaking.

Before the two Netherworld disciples and one Heavenly Kingdom disciple could react, they were violently pulled over by that force and slammed hard onto the ground in front of Shi Hao.

"--Bang!!!"

A muffled thud.

The three men were like tattered sacks thrown on the ground, their internal organs churning, and blood spilling from their mouths.

They struggled to stand up, only to find that their bodies were as if they were being crushed by a mountain, and they could not move at all.

"You just said I'd die down there?"

Shi Hao looked down at them, his voice calm, yet carrying a chilling undertone: "I'm sorry to disappoint you."

The three cultivators turned pale and begged for mercy repeatedly: "Fellow Daoist Huang... we were just saying it casually, we didn't mean it, please spare us!"

Shi Hao didn't speak, but just glanced at them indifferently before looking away, as if he were looking at three insignificant ants.

He turned to look at Qingyi and Fengwu, about to say something, when he suddenly realized that something was wrong with the surrounding noise.

The natives who had been gathered in twos and threes on the outskirts of the abyss were now slowly gathering around this area.

The largest groups were centaurs and eight-armed souls, as if they had seen something extremely precious.

"Human cultivator, may I speak with you in private?"

A tall, burly aboriginal man stepped forward, his voice low and hoarse, as if suppressing some intense emotion. "Down there, did you see anything?"

Others echoed this sentiment, their voices filled with eagerness and anticipation.

Shi Hao looked at them, a slight thought stirring in his heart.

He sensed a look of awe in the eyes of the indigenous people.

It was as if something about him felt incredibly familiar and awe-inspiring to them.

He thought for a moment, about to answer, but before he could speak, the leaders of the indigenous people turned around again. Their gazes fell on the three Netherworld and Heavenly Kingdom disciples still lying on the ground, and a fierce glint flashed in their eyes.

"Who was it that spoke rudely to this human cultivator just now?"

The centaur leader spoke in a deep voice, carrying an undeniable authority: "Step forward."

No one answered.

The three cultivators who had been thrown to the ground by Shi Hao struggled to speak and defend themselves.

But before they could speak, the leader of the eight-armed soul clan strode forward, grabbed one of the Netherworld disciples by the back of his collar, and lifted him up like a chick.

Then he raised his foot and kicked hard.

"--Bang!!!"

Before the disciple from the Netherworld could even scream, he was kicked away and fell into the abyss like a stone.

His figure shrank rapidly in the darkness, then turned into a black dot and disappeared completely into the bottomless pit.

A few breaths later, a piercing scream came from the bottom of the abyss.

The sound was short and sharp, then stopped abruptly, as if swallowed whole by something.

Immediately afterwards, the other two were treated the same way, one on the left and one on the right, and were kicked into the abyss one after another. Their screams also quickly disappeared, as if they had sunk into the sea without a ripple.

The whole process took only a few breaths, clean and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

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