The invisible energy fluctuated and solidified, like a huge cage, imprisoning the entire Huayu City.
The cascading streams of flaming arrows and meteors, the rain of wind blades and rocks, all condensed in mid-air, like icy ridges hanging upside down in the depths of winter, yet each exhibited a dazzling array of colors, creating a mysterious and breathtakingly beautiful scene. But at this moment, this beautiful scene evoked such an eerie feeling; who would have the heart to appreciate it?
The priests, leaping forward, froze in mid-air, their newly unleashed divine arts frozen on their swords, their bodies tangled in a lingering, almost detached tangle. The guards and the high-spirited descendants of the Mu clan were petrified, unable to move. Their hands gripped the hilts of their blades, their faces veined and sweat dripping.
The tens of thousands of people behind him seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand. Their faces were ashen, their eyes bulged out, and they made "ho ho" sounds in their throats as they made their last dying struggle.
Helplessness and fear filled almost everyone's heart.
You have to know that no matter how big the gap in the power of the priests is, they can only easily break the opponent's magic. They have never seen or even heard of a situation like this, where not only the opponent is completely imprisoned, but even the opponent's magic is completely imprisoned. They never thought that they would be able to experience it themselves.
Only those who have been in it know how terrible it feels to be enveloped and imprisoned by infinite pressure, as if the body has been freed from the constraints of the soul, and as if the entire time and space have completely stagnated.
The most terrifying thing is that the people imprisoned by him were not just one priest, but dozens of priests, dozens of temple guards, hundreds of Mu clan members with good strength and martial arts, and even tens of thousands of civilians. No matter how big the gap in strength was, such a result was completely beyond everyone's cognition.
What a terrifying strength this is!
Looking at the cold and ruthless face of the Demon Emperor Zhan Yuan, almost everyone felt an irresistible feeling of powerlessness and helplessness.
"The person you want to kill is me, let them go!" Looking at the pain on Sikong Qinglan's face, Mu Hanyan felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife. She took a breath with almost all her strength and said to Zhan Yuan.
Although the Huayu Temple had reached the final moment of life and death before her arrival, and although the people in the city were displaced and in danger of their lives before arriving in Huayu City, no matter what, they still had hope of survival at that time. But now, facing a strong man like Zhan Yuan, they have no chance of survival at all, and all this is because of her.
To a strong man like Demon Emperor Zhan Yuan, these people in front of him are no different from ants. Who would waste his energy on a group of ants?
"Do you know how much effort I put into controlling those bandits right under the temple's nose? I didn't even let them go, so how could I let these untouchables go?" Zhan Yuan said with a sneer.
"They... are indeed your people!" Although she guessed from the pattern on Mo Jiu's arrow that he was related to Zhan Yuan, and also guessed that he was the one secretly controlling these bandits, Mu Hanyan was still somewhat surprised to hear him confess it himself.
That's thousands of lives, and they were all his subordinates. When he took action, he didn't hesitate at all, let alone show any emotion.
"Anyone who dares to offend the Demon Emperor's majesty will be killed without mercy!" The young man behind Zhan Yuan said fanatically, like a loyal believer.
Mu Hanyan understood that Zhan Yuan had mercilessly slaughtered the bandits precisely because they had attacked him as they rushed out of the city gates. The scene of bloodshed, the blazing flames consuming the city and the rivers of blood, resurfaced in her mind. Presumably, the legendary Divine Martial Realm, commonly known as the Divine Realm, was a world where the strong preyed on the weak. In the eyes of the powerful, the weak were perhaps even inferior to ants. Anyone who dared to challenge their authority, friend or foe, would face only one fate: death!
The priests and people who were trapped in the restrictions in the distance all showed despair. Since the other party would not let go of their own people, how could they let them go!
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