If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

"Get out of here!"

Qin Wanzhuang performed an elegant somersault in the air, drawing her long sword from its sheath.

"Blazing Sun - Piercing the Sky!"

A crimson sword aura struck the void below.

Using the reaction force, instead of escaping on her own, she grabbed Mo Chengyue's wrist.

"Come on up!"

A tremendous force came.

The two completed an extreme relay in mid-air.

"Bang!"

The two men crashed heavily onto the safety platform on the opposite bank.

The inertia carried them several times until they crashed into a large rock and came to a stop.

"Ouch, my back..."

Mo Chengyue felt like he was falling apart.

But he didn't even have time to celebrate his narrow escape.

I looked up.

Then I saw pairs of hostile eyes.

The safe zone is not large.

Dozens of survivors have already gathered.

And those who stand in the very center, occupying the best position.

These were the "Big Three" who had just been driven away.

Ye Wushang, Xiao Fan, Ye Changfeng.

at this time.

Ye Wushang stared grimly at the four Qingquan Peak disciples who had rolled in like refugees.

A cruel, cold smile played on his lips.

"What a small world!"

"Without the formation, let's see where you can run this time..."

Mo Chengyue got up from the ground and patted the dirt off his buttocks.

He glanced at the menacing crowd around him.

He glanced again at the collapsing world behind him.

He suddenly grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

"run?"

"Who said we were going to run away?"

He pulled an abacus from his pocket and fiddled with it for a few moments.

"Everyone, since you're all here..."

"Then let's calculate the compensation for the emotional distress caused by that fight just now?"

"By the way, the safe zone is now under my control."

"I want to stay here..."

"You'll have to pay more."

"More money?"

Ye Wushang laughed in anger, his originally gloomy and handsome face now twisted into a meme-like expression.

He was a holy son of the Hehuan Sect, and he usually used spirit stones as bricks to throw at people.

When were you ever blackmailed?

What's more, the one who's extorting him is a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator who can only hide in a tortoise shell and cry for help!

"I originally intended to let you live a little longer, but since you're so eager to die, then this holy son will grant your wish!"

A cold glint flashed in Ye Wushang's eyes, and he swung his folding fan sharply.

There wasn't any fancy pre-animation.

A purple sword light, powerful enough to cut through gold and jade, instantly flew out of his hand.

This attack was launched with hatred, and its speed was so fast that it left a mournful purple afterimage in the air, heading straight for Mo Chengyue's face.

Without any probing, their move was aimed directly at closing the account.

"Holy crap! Can't you handle this?!"

Mo Chengyue let out a strange cry. He, who had been acting like an arrogant landlord, now looked like a wild boar with its rear end on fire.

He appeared flustered, but in reality, he subtly tapped the ground three times with his toes.

"The Heavenly Dragon's Stride"!

His body twisted in a way that defied human biomechanics, awkwardly rolling to the left.

"boom!"

The light of the Purple Extreme Sword grazed past Mo Chengyue's scalp.

Before the strand of hair it was lifted could even touch the ground, it was shredded into powder by the sword energy.

Although his posture was extremely awkward, and he even got covered in dust on the ground, he did manage to dodge it.

"That was close! I almost turned into a watermelon that's been cleaved in two!"

Mo Chengyue lay on the ground, patting his chest and shouting.

His gaze, however, turned coldly toward what was behind him.

The sword light, having missed its target, still carried its residual force and slammed into a thick stone pillar behind him, requiring two people to encircle it.

The stone pillar was ancient and desolate, covered with obscure and difficult-to-understand runes.

Originally standing quietly at the edge of the platform, it has now suffered an undeserved disaster.

"Click—"

A sharp, teeth-grinding crack sounded particularly jarring on the deathly silent platform.

Mo Chengyue's heart skipped a beat.

broken.

Can you just smash things in a place like this?

A crack rapidly spread across the surface of the stone pillar.

Some ancient mechanism was triggered, and the entire safe zone platform began to tremble violently.

"Rumble rumble rumble—"

The originally flat ground suddenly cracked.

Accompanied by the dull creak of machinery, three jet-black bronze coffins, exuding a heavy, decaying aura, slowly rose from the ground.

This unexpected turn of events left both sides, who were already on the verge of conflict, stunned.

"What is it?"

Xiao Fan frowned and subconsciously took half a step back. The sense of crisis unique to reborn people made his scalp tingle.

The answer was revealed the next second.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three loud explosions occurred almost simultaneously.

The heavy bronze coffin lid was blown off like a cannonball and crashed into the crowd.

He smashed the two unfortunate inner disciples into a bloody pulp on the spot, without even giving them a last word.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Three terrifying figures, each three zhang tall, suddenly stepped out.

They were cast entirely from an unknown black metal, with a chilling gleam emanating from their joints.

He held a heavy halberd, a giant shield, and a long sword in his hands.

Although it lacked any sign of life, its scarlet crystal eyes radiated a chilling killing intent that could freeze one's soul.

Late-stage Core Formation Perfection!

And there are three of them!

"This is... an ancient war puppet?!"

Ye Changfeng's expression changed drastically, and the longsword in his hand emitted an uneasy clang.

This thing is infamous as a "meat grinder" in ancient books!

Before anyone could react, the war puppet in the middle holding a halberd suddenly moved.

It doesn't have any fancy moves, just a simple thrust.

It was so fast that even divine sense couldn't keep up with it!

The closest late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple didn't even have time to let out a scream.

He was cleaved in two at the waist by the heavy, black halberd.

Blood gushed out, and internal organs spilled onto the ground.

The intense smell of blood exploded in the air, stimulating everyone's nerves.

"Run! Run!"

"This is not a safe zone! This is a slaughterhouse!"

The crowd erupted in an uproar.

They thought they would survive the void collapse, but who would have thought that an even more terrifying monster was hiding here!

Fear spread like a plague.

Those three war puppets had no concept of "hatred value".

They kill anyone they see.

Whether you're a novice in the Foundation Establishment stage or a prodigy in the Core Formation stage, you're all lambs to the slaughter in their eyes.

"ah--!"

Another scream rang out.

A female cultivator who attempted to escape on her sword had her protective magic item shattered by a single strike from a sword-wielding battle puppet.

Her entire body exploded into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air, a tragic beauty that was chilling.

The visual impact is too strong.

Faced with this almost invincible monster, most people's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"I'm not playing anymore! I want to go home!"

"I'm not participating in the trial! Let me out!"

Desperate cries rang out.

Those disciples who knew they were no match for the enemy pulled out their life-saving "Heavenly Revelation Tokens" from their robes and crushed them without hesitation.

"Buzz—"

One after another, white beams of teleportation light shot into the sky.

The platform, which was originally crowded, was suddenly more than half empty.

From a group of dozens, only about twenty of the most elite members remained, struggling to hold on.