"What's going on? Where's the cave entrance? Where did it go?"
The opening that connected to the outside world had disappeared.
In an instant, a deep-seated despair, like an icy, bone-chilling tide, completely engulfed this group of Nascent Soul cultivators without warning.
Their eyes widened in horror and disbelief. They could never have imagined that they would be trapped in this terrifying place, which resembled a hellish inferno. No matter how much they struggled, they could no longer find a way out.
Everyone stood there dumbfounded, completely unable to believe the absurd and terrifying scene before them.
"How can we not get out? There was definitely an entrance here just now!"
A short, panicked cultivator was the first to break down, his sharp, trembling voice echoing in the deathly silent and terrifying space.
"Where did the cave entrance go?!" Another burly man with a full beard roared, his forehead veins bulging with anxiety, but all he received in response was endless silence and an increasingly intense atmosphere of terror.
The crowd looked around and found the scene before them to be perfectly natural and flawless, unlike anything that could be created by any formation.
It all seemed as if there was never an exit from here, and they had been trapped in an inescapable predicament from the very beginning.
These Nascent Soul stage cultivators, who were usually high and mighty and possessed extraordinary strength, were all dumbfounded at this moment, their minds blank, filled only with a buzzing chaos.
They knew perfectly well that if they couldn't find a way out, death awaited them, and in this gloomy and terrifying place, they would die in the most gruesome way!
"No!" someone in the crowd screamed in despair, "How can we die like this in a place like this!"
Instantly, everyone's gaze turned fiercely towards Bai Ying, their expressions contorted with rage, fear, and despair, becoming grotesque and vicious.
"Where did the cave entrance go? If you don't conjure it up, we'll kill you right now!"
As they relentlessly threatened Bai Ying, they unconsciously moved closer, as if that would be the only way to force her to reveal a way to escape.
At this moment, their initial thought of keeping Bai Ying alive in an attempt to extract the formula from her was long gone. Their minds were filled with nothing but fear of death and overwhelming hatred for the woman before them, and they only wanted to kill her.
"That bastard, we shouldn't have held back in the first place!" "If we had known, we should have used the Soul Searching Technique. Even if we didn't find anything useful, it would have been better than dying here!" The crowd complained through gritted teeth.
Faced with the group's frantic threats and accusations, Bai Ying simply laughed with extreme irony.
"Do you think I have the ability to seal all of you with an array?" she said coldly, her voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.
However, this simple sentence struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer. In an instant, everyone's face turned deathly pale, and an ominous premonition spread wildly in their hearts. If it wasn't Bai Ying, then could it be...? Everyone's eyes involuntarily turned in horror to the True Immortal's corpse that exuded a terrifying aura.
It's this corpse!
An indescribable chill instantly surged from the soles of their feet upwards to the top of their heads, making their blood seem to freeze in that instant.
However, just as they were completely overwhelmed by fear and stood frozen in place, the incredibly terrifying tentacles once again lashed out like a surging black tide.
"Ah!" A terrified scream suddenly rang out, shattering the suffocating silence.
A cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm was caught off guard and had no time to react before his limbs were seized by a massive, thick hand. The hand tightened its grip and kneaded his limbs with force, and the cultivator's screams of agony filled the air. The cries were shrill and desperate, sending chills down one's spine.
Seemingly having grown tired of this cruel game, the giant hand's fingers suddenly ripped open, and with several crisp "crack" sounds, the cultivator's body was torn apart alive. Blood splattered like a fountain, and horrific chunks of flesh and internal organs were scattered all over the ground, creating a bloody and chaotic scene. The onlookers couldn't help but vomit repeatedly, their stomachs churning, yet they were too terrified to move an inch.
The giant hand struck again, this time targeting the sect leader of the Xiyun Sect.
This sect leader, a powerful expert at the late Nascent Soul stage, was undoubtedly the strongest among those present. Sensing the impending danger, he unhesitatingly summoned his magical weapon. A flash of cold light appeared, and a massive longsword materialized in his hand.
With all his might, he slammed his longsword fiercely into the giant hand reaching for him. A muffled thud echoed as the blade and hand collided violently, sparks flying and powerful shockwaves spreading wildly in all directions.
Shockingly, the giant hand was actually severed by this fierce blow, and the severed limb fell to the ground, creating a sizable crater.
A look of relief instantly appeared on the face of the sect leader of Xiyun Sect, but the joy of surviving a calamity was fleeting like a shooting star.
Countless thick tentacles suddenly shot out from beneath his feet, grabbing his body with lightning speed.
The sect leader was horrified, his eyes wide with shock and despair. He swung his longsword recklessly, hacking wildly at the tentacles, each strike whistling through the air and imbued with all his power.
But the more tentacles he severed, the more new tentacles sprouted, seemingly endless. They continuously coiled and tightened, enveloping him layer by layer.
At this moment, the sect leader's face was filled with a mixture of ferocity and fear. With his last ounce of strength, he glared at Bai Ying with intense hatred and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Bai Ying, do you think you can leave alive just because you lured us in? You'll die too!"
Before he could finish speaking, the massive, tidal wave of hands suddenly exerted its force, tearing him to shreds in an instant. Blood mist filled the air, and limbs and pieces of flesh were scattered all over the ground. The once majestic sect leader had vanished in the blink of an eye.
Almost at the same moment, a thick, giant hand also viciously reached out to grab Bai Ying.
The cultivators present all showed expressions of relief upon seeing this scene.
In their hearts, since they were all destined to die here, then the culprit, Bai Ying, naturally wouldn't escape death either. Even if they all died here, could she really escape her fate? That damned bastard, now it's finally her turn!
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