NOVPUBWang Xu lowered his head, only to see his wife, whose complexion was incredibly pale.
He suddenly awoke from his shock and hurriedly knelt by her side, quickly checking her over.
"She’s not hurt!"
"She’s not hurt!"
Wang Xu’s face filled with wild joy.
"Heh heh, you cultivators from Fenglin Continent, you’re so ruthless towards mortals..."
A strange voice echoed across the sky.
"However, with your inferior Nascent Souls that have ascended by sheer luck... how could you possibly contend..."
In a flash, the sounds of whistling and collisions, accompanied by flowing lights across the sky, filled the air.
Wang Xu saw nothing.
All he saw were droplets of blood, raining down from the sky, falling one by one...
Then there was a fierce roar that pierced the eardrums.
Hum!
Wang Xu only felt a buzzing in his ears!
Uncontrollably, blood seeped from his ears.
He instinctively lowered his head.
Blood soaked his palms.
His wife’s pupils slowly dilated...
He instinctively shook his head in panic:
"No... no... please no..."
"Wen Yin, Wen Yin..."
Her beautiful face gently fell, showing fear and a hint of regret.
"No!!!"
He tightly embraced his wife’s body, crying out to the heavens.
At this moment, the Qi and Blood in his body surged violently toward his head!
His already giant-like body swelled even more!
His skin erupted with a bloody red glow.
His ears, nostrils, eyes... every pore on his body rapidly emitted copious amounts of blood-colored steam!
But in the next second—
In the sky, a fierce stream of light struck him instantly!
Wang Xu looked down dumbfounded, seeing the smooth hole in his chest, his beating organs...
The steam slowly dispersed, the bloody glow quietly dimmed, and his body quickly shrunk back to its original form.
He tried to smile, but he just couldn’t.
This damned... world!
This damned... immortals!
Holding the increasingly cold body of his wife, he fell backward.
His gaze swept over the ravaged official road before him, the ground littered with limbs and flesh, and further beyond.
In the last light of his remaining vision.
He saw the protective barrier on the city walls shatter into pieces.
He saw a huge stone platform falling from the sky into the center of the city.
He saw a dazzling light approaching from the horizon, followed closely by two other radiant figures.
He wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but he thought he saw the figure of the immortal surnamed Wang who had once taught him his cultivation method.
"Is it a hallucination?"
In his last moment of consciousness, Wang Xu laughed at himself.
The world began to fade into nothingness, and he felt as though he was floating on clouds, then gradually began to rise... rising higher and higher...
...
The middle-aged man with yellow hair, Wang Ba, and Zhao Feng all had icy expressions as they looked upon the living hell before them.
Outside the city walls, blood, corpses, and severed limbs were everywhere...
At the toppled section of the wall, the body of a Nascent Soul Cultivator from West Sea Country, with its organs scooped out, hung flaccid like worn clothing on a tall pole.
And further away.
A gigantic altar, far taller than the city walls, had skewed and smashed into the middle of the city beneath their gaze.
Dozens of figures, with countless threads spreading out from their bodies, strung together every living soul in the city like threaded gourds, ceaselessly tossing them into the cauldron atop the altar.
Desperate cries and the sounds of agonizing struggle...
Inside the cauldron, countless streams of blood surged and frothed, emitting an aura far more potent than the Blood Sacrifice of the Feather Serpent that Wang Ba had encountered earlier, permeating the air above the entire city.
Next to the cauldron, a spider with a wooden texture gleaming on its surface slowly turned its eight monocular eyes.
Reflected in those eyes were the figures of the three of them.
The strange voice, with a hint of surprise, began to speak:
"Huh, you two actually survived..."
"Step back!"
The middle-aged man with yellow hair warned Wang Ba and Zhao Feng in a low voice, then, with an angry face and without any hesitation, his sleeves flared out, and a myriad of flying knives transformed into streaks of light, shooting towards the spider!
"Jin, be careful!"
Wang Ba and Zhao Feng both called out urgently.
Even a Nascent Soul Cultivator had perished here; the enemy was likely a being of the Nascent Soul stage as well.
However, the middle-aged man seemed to be blinded by rage, he sped towards the spider, and countless flying knives continued to shoot out from his sleeves without pause!
Zhao Feng’s expression tightened. He pointed his finger like a sword, and sword-light instantly flew out, splitting into ten, then a hundred, shooting towards the dark-clothed figures around them.
Wang Ba looked serious but did not take immediate action.
He continually surveyed the surroundings with his Spiritual Sense.
Above the cauldron, the wooden spider rubbed the bristles on its legs softly, its eight eyes quickly turning, scanning over the three men.
It then quietly settled on Wang Ba.
"Early-stage Golden Core... let’s start with you!"
In the moment before the flying knives hit, the spider’s body slowly vanished into the air.
The knives struck the cauldron, causing it to shake slightly.
Zhao Feng’s sword-light also reached the black-clothed figures.
Unlike the last time when he easily pierced through the five puppets, these black-clothed figures now showed incredible dodging skills!
With perfect manipulation of their mana, they skillfully deflected the sword-light’s sharpness.
Even though some of the figures failed to deflect the sword beams and were directly hit, their bodies were unexpectedly tough. Not even Zhao Feng’s sword-light could sever them in a single strike!
Far from fearing the sword-light, they rapidly advanced toward Zhao Feng!
"They’re different from the previous puppets!"
Zhao Feng’s heart sank.
He knew that even Nascent Soul Cultivators would not dare to face his sword-light head-on, yet these puppets, despite not having quite Class IV aura, had bodies as tough as some Nascent Soul Body Cultivators, not to be underestimated.
