"When things get started, get out of here on your own!" During the standoff, Shan Qingluo suddenly whispered to Yang Kai.
Yang Kai was frowning deeply, seemingly lost in thought, and didn't even hear her words.
"Hey…" Shan Qingluo subtly nudged Yang Kai.
Yang Kai snapped back to awareness, his expression peculiar beyond measure, looking as though something was dawning on him. He murmured, "I think we might still have a way out of this."
"What?" Shan Qingluo asked in surprise.
"There's something underneath us!" Yang Kai lightly stamped the ground.
Moments ago, he had secretly extended his Divine Sense to scan the surroundings for anything useful, only to discover that beneath where they stood, there were numerous life signatures.
Moreover… those life signatures were densely packed, vast in number, and many of them radiated extremely vigorous vitality.
He glanced around and noticed that this area was indeed different from the rest. Dense forest surrounded them on all sides, yet within a radius of a hundred zhang, not a single blade of grass grew—it was a perfectly circular patch of bare ground!
There was definitely something strange down below. He had no idea what was down there, but at this point, all they could do was take the risk.
At the very least, they'd drag a few of them down as Company.
"Attack!" Guo Yuanming saw Yang Kai and Shan Qingluo whispering and exchanging glances, and knew they were plotting an escape. Not daring to delay, he let out a furious shout, vigorously channeling his Zhenyuan as he unleashed a killing move.
The others saw him make his move and naturally didn't hesitate either.
"Buy me ten breaths of time!" Yang Kai roared, rapidly activating Star Trace—a technique he hadn't used in ages!
"What are you doing!" Shan Qingluo exclaimed, though she didn't hesitate for even a moment, quickly flicking the silver bracelet on her wrist. The bracelet transformed into a streak of silver light, zipping through the air.
At the same time, a pink cloth fan materialized in her slender hand, embroidered with exquisite figures of men and women—nude, bare-skinned, locked in various passionate embraces. The images were remarkably lifelike, stitched with vivid detail.
Shan Qingluo poured her Zhenyuan into the fan, and as her hand fluttered, the embroidered couples seemed to come alive. Not only did they move with fervent energy, but faint, ethereal moans of pleasure drifted outward.
A ring of misty light rippled outward, enveloping everyone within it. Shan Qingluo stood at its center, a bewitchingly delicate smile on her face. Her exquisite, curvaceous figure was on full display—her pert bust, her high, round hips, her slender frame swaying like a willow in the breeze, radiating an irresistible wave of seductive charm that washed over the entire field.
Everyone present, regardless of gender—whether from Qiu Yimeng's group or from the Cangyun Evil Ground's side—froze momentarily. Those with weaker cultivations had their eyes go blank, falling completely into the boundless, intoxicating scene before them, their expressions dazed and vacant, unable to pull themselves free.
Qiu Yimeng and Luo Xiaoman both let out soft moans, their legs giving out as they sank to their knees, a charming flush spreading across their cheeks…
The men and women on the fan now seemed to have become living creatures, ferociously plunging into everyone's minds, vividly presenting their passionate activities and exquisite pleasures for all to see.
For inexperienced young women like Qiu Yimeng and Luo Xiaoman, encountering such an overwhelming and vivid scene was far too much to bear.
Guo Yuanming's face drained of color. He frantically channeled his Zhenyuan to fend off the silver bracelet's assault while shouting, "Everyone, be careful! It's the Qingluo Fan!"
The Shenyou Realm experts all changed expression simultaneously, their faces flushed red as they retreated, collectively resisting the boundless seductive energy invading their minds.
They clearly knew the power of this artifact. It was a treasure passed down through Shan Qingluo's lineage, and her very name was derived from it.
With this Qingluo Fan, the Soul-Dissolving Dream technique she deployed was magnified in power manifold.
Seeing everyone retreating, Shan Qingluo let out a string of charming laughs, her giggling like demonic music piercing the ears, setting hearts and minds wavering.
"Slut!" Guo Yuanming cursed through gritted teeth, his face as red as a monkey's backside, struggling to resist. "Let's see how long you can hold out! Once your Zhenyuan runs dry, I'll strip you bare and have my way with you right here in front of everyone!"
Shan Qingluo's expression turned cold. She formed hand seals, and the silver bracelet's attacks grew even faster.
Suddenly, a sky full of starlight burst forth, as if a swath of the starry sky had descended from the heavens on a bright day. Tiny points of light flickered across the back of Yang Kai's hand. With each gesture, he trailed arcs of ethereal, shimmering starlight!
A fierce, surging wave of Zhenyuan erupted outward—a fluctuation so intense that even Shenyou Realm experts wouldn't dare take it lightly.
Guo Yuanming and the others turned toward Yang Kai in shock, watching as he raised his right hand, covered in a dense field of stars, trailing that canopy of starlight behind it.
A flash of astonishment lit up Shan Qingluo's beautiful eyes as she stared at Yang Kai, never having expected him to possess such a devastating killing move.
If this strike landed, none of the Shenyou Realm experts present could withstand it.
Amid the crowd's terror and shock, Yang Kai's right hand descended slowly and eerily toward the ground.
"BOOM…"
The earth lurched violently. Guo Yuanming and the others couldn't help but exhale in relief—they had genuinely feared Yang Kai would unleash that attack on them.
Crack, crack, crack…
Sounds of fracturing spread outward. Everyone looked down and saw that from the point of Yang Kai's strike, countless fissures had suddenly appeared, branching in all directions and spreading at terrifying speed.
Guo Yuanming furrowed his brow, a vague sense of wrongness stirring within him.
Even if that move was enormously powerful, it shouldn't produce this kind of effect.