"There really is something wrong. This isn't a formation that can enhance everyone's cultivation at all — it's a demonic formation."
"This formation is draining everyone's souls."
At that moment,
Every living being in the Hundred Refinements Realm had been deceived. The Soul Infant Grand Formation they had come here hoping for was never a formation that could help them raise their cultivation.
It was a formation designed to drain their souls, to drain their lives.
"No!!!"
"Ahhh!!!!"
Those blood-curdling screams grew ever louder, engulfing the very heavens and earth, as if the entirety of the Hundred Refinements Realm — that vast, boundless expanse of land — were filled with nothing but those agonized cries.
They were utterly wretched.
At the same time, the creatures shrouded in the dark miasma struggled desperately to break free.
But it seemed they no longer had the strength. Though one could see them thrashing violently, not a single one could shake off the dark aura.
All they could do was remain there, their souls continuously siphoned away by the Soul Infant Grand Formation.
"How cruel… The Soul Infant Sect actually intends to refine every living being in the Hundred Refinements Realm."
At that sight, Pocketmaster and many others could no longer bear to watch, for the scene was simply too harrowing.
Members of the
"Hmph. These foolish lot wanted us dead. Someone offered them a crumb and they lost all sense."
"This is exactly what they deserve. They brought it on themselves — their deaths are no great loss."
All she knew was how, when their allied army had fought for the people of the Hundred Refinements Realm, they had been met with betrayal, with insults, with contempt, and with the ugliest of faces.
"That's right. Those ingrates who couldn't tell good from evil deserve everything they get."
Zhao Hong's words drew agreement from the majority of the allied forces.
Had they witnessed this scene before everything that had happened, they would have been devastated — after all, those were living, breathing lives.
But now, after enduring betrayal, after being subjected to vicious words and ugly faces, they felt not the slightest heartache. All they felt was satisfaction.
Rumble—
Just then, a piercing boom echoed from the far reaches of the void.
Following the source of the sound, people could see a streak of golden light approaching.
The void had long been swallowed by the dark miasma, plunging heaven and earth into total darkness.
The sudden appearance of that golden light was blindingly brilliant.
And as the golden light drew closer, the area it illuminated grew ever wider.
It was as though a radiant sun had risen once more, lighting up the land below.
"What is that?"
Suddenly, the expressions of Ying Mingchao and the others shifted, for they discovered that the source of the golden radiance was a sword.
A colossal golden sword spanning hundreds of meters in length.
The sword blazed with golden brilliance. Though its size was minuscule compared to the sky-devouring dark miasma, the sword radiated a dazzling golden glow — domineering and extraordinary.
In its wake, even the dark miasma churned violently, as though trembling in fear.
Most importantly, standing atop the golden greatsword was a figure.
This person… robes billowing, long hair streaming wildly.
The golden light was so intense that one could barely make out the silhouette.
But this person's arrival, bathed in golden light, was like the last ray of hope at the end of the world — a spark of hope rekindled in their hearts.
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