However... Li Xuanzu could not grant their wish.

Because Li Xuanzu stopped these people, the blood servants who were originally chasing them gradually caught up and formed an encirclement, surrounding everyone so tightly that not even a fly could get out.

Li Xuanzu slowly walked up to one of the fourth-tier psionicists and placed his palm on the other's forehead.

The fourth-tier psionicist slowly closed his eyes, quietly awaiting death.

However, the expected fatal blow did not come; instead, a sharp pain shot through the depths of the brain.

To use a vivid metaphor, the feeling is like inserting a sharp sword into a bowl of chaotic paste and stirring it mercilessly until it is completely shattered.

"Ahhh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Kill me! Please kill me! It hurts so much!!!" The fourth-tier psionicist kept screaming, his throat was hoarse, but he was held down by a blood servant and could not move at all.

When Li Xuanzu withdrew his hand, the fourth-tier psionicist stared wide-eyed at the sky, his eyes filled with despair and resentment. The bubbles that kept coming out of his mouth announced the end of his life.

This process lasted for half a minute, meaning that the psionicist endured nearly half a minute of inhuman torture before dying.

By the time the remaining psionicists wanted to run or fight back, it was too late. Li Xuanzu had already ordered his blood servants to restrain everyone present the moment he made his move.

"No...no! What we know is exactly what that person said. If there's even the slightest bit of deception, may I die a horrible death! Please, just give me a quick death!" A voice filled with sobs echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Emotions are contagious.

Once one person started it, wails and cries echoed through the ruins, as if some horrific tragedy had occurred.

That is indeed the case.

Li Xuanzu just used "Soul Searching" on them, a divine sense technique from the Blazing Spirit Continent.

It can only be used on living beings, and can be used when the other party is willing or has no power to resist. The effect is also very simple: it directly extracts all the memories from the other party's brain.

Unless the person performing the soul search is extremely careful and uses treasures to nourish and protect the soul, it is possible to avoid leaving any aftereffects on the person being searched.

The result of Li Xuanzu's reckless and violent soul-searching was that the brain tissue of the person searching the soul was directly destroyed, leaving him utterly dead.

The results of the soul search were indeed as the third-tier psionicist had said: the two had received the exact same instructions, and even the rhetoric given to them by the so-called Pope to bewitch the people was exactly the same.

Of course, this is because they have a strange energy in their minds, which, combined with their explanations, must be the "power of the gods".

To be precise, it is something that remains after being endowed with "divine power," which can influence the thoughts of ordinary people and temporarily impair their judgment.

Even in this extremely desperate environment, watching their companions suffer torture, the tension in their hearts had long since snapped.

Some of the less resilient psychics had already lost control of their bladders, and the rest were trembling with fear, their condition no better.

"It's only half a minute anyway, just bear with it. What if you're hiding something from me?" Ignoring their pleas for mercy, Li Xuanzu continued walking toward the next target.

The torment, which lasted for more than ten minutes, finally stopped, and the cage made of pain collapsed with the death of the prisoner.

Of course, the only third-tier psionicist who told the truth survived.

Fortunately, he didn't hide anything. Li Xuanzu used soul searching on other spiritualists and obtained the same information as this third-tier spiritualist.

"Alright, you can get out of here now. Go to Huang Jianshu and accept your punishment. If I see you doing this kind of scum again, your fate won't be any better than these people's." Li Xuanzu kicked at the dozens of shriveled corpses on the ground.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Li Xuanzu drained all the blood from these people, which can be considered making the most of them and squeezing out the last bit of value.

The third-tier psionicist was overjoyed and wept, forgetting all about expressing his gratitude, and ran away as fast as he could.

Until he disappeared from Li Xuanzu's sight, a few drops of blood suddenly slid from Li Xuanzu's drooping arm.

It's more accurate to say "smashed" than "dripping"—just a dozen or so drops of blood falling to the ground produced a dull thud like a heavy object hitting the ground.

"Keep an eye on him. If there's a problem, immediately perform a soul search," Li Xuanzu ordered the pool of blood that hadn't yet fully formed.

As if in response to him, a blood servant, aided by the precious dozen or so drops of essence blood, condensed into a body, nodded in a very human-like manner, and followed after him at a speed nearly a hundred times faster than that of the third-tier spiritual energy user.

Ultimately, Li Xuanzu was not a big-hearted person.