A hundred miles away from the sacred mountain, the ground faintly glowed with golden light.
A winding passage leads directly underground.
A crackling sound.
It turned out that Gu Yan was controlling Lei Yan to refine herbs, and there was a large vat next to him, which was full of powder.
More than half an hour passed.
He had just taken in Lei Yan when another large vat appeared in front of him.
"I've refined countless herbs and used the whips of thousands of people. The medicinal power should drive them so mad they're incapable of fighting," he said with a wicked grin, quite satisfied with his creation.
Ever since witnessing the unbridled behavior of those people down the mountain, he had this plan: to refine enough powder for tens of thousands of people and let them run wild on their own.
After collecting the large vat, he flew up and charged towards the sacred mountain.
...
Countless middle-aged men collapsed to the ground, their souls seemingly flying out of their bodies.
...
The guards of the sacred mountain continued their mocking behavior throughout the camp, and even intensified their actions.
Many more sleepless guards arrived along the way. In their eyes, the people in the tents were all cowards, and they were not afraid at all.
...
But none of the people in those tents dared to come out; they only dared to vent their anger by hitting the ground from inside.
...
Gu Yan quietly approached the edge and, looking at the chaotic scene inside, he was filled with admiration.
"Let me add fuel to the fire and see how it burns," he said with a wicked sense of humor.
Then he scattered the powder and manipulated a gentle breeze to let it in.
It's as if I can already see them fighting.
Oh no, there are more men than women.
...
"What's going on? I feel something's really strange," a burly leader said, feeling dizzy.
Can you really have such a strong feeling just by listening to it?
"Ahhh, I'm going crazy!" a middle-aged man said, standing at the doorway, looking enviously at the people sitting around the numerous tables and beds outside.
Countless people in the camp began to feel restless.
"Ah... what's going on? This can't go on!" a middle-aged man said with difficulty. If this continued, he would surely die here.
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Soon.
The entire camp was in complete chaos.
Countless guards were running rampant throughout the camp...
Many young and handsome men were so frightened that they ran out of the camp...
The main deities who remained on the mountainside all opened their eyes.
"How could the sound from below reach here?" Ares asked, frowning.
"Could it be that they've gone too far?"
"Should we try to restrain them? We can't let a civil war break out," Apollo said, looking down below.
Stella frowned, recognizing the familiar scent, and said unhappily, "You two stay here, I'm going down to check on things."
The rich aroma actually whetted her appetite.
Apollo and Ares's expressions changed instantly, and they silently prayed for a second for the people below.
My aunt is no ordinary person...
Normally, several hundred are carried out at a time...
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Stella transformed into a streak of purple light and flew directly downwards.
They immediately saw a handsome man lying on the table.
She cried out, "Captain, what's wrong with you? Let me go..."
...
Some tables even had groups of guards lying under them, their eyes vacant, their faces deathly pale, their condition utterly tragic...
There were also many beautiful women in white dresses, gazing helplessly at the sky...
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Stella's expression changed drastically as she descended; she had never seen anything like it before—all the living forces of the sacred mountain had...
"Who goes there? Show yourself."
She scolded playfully, and a purple blade of light slashed towards a tree.
"Hehe, I didn't expect to be greeted by such a beauty as soon as I arrive." A figure in golden robes landed and said, his eyes scanning Stella's exquisite body.
Her face was stunningly beautiful and incredibly charming.
Her skin, as pure as snow, seemed even whiter and more delicate against the backdrop of her purple armor.
And that curvaceous and voluptuous figure immediately piqued Gu Yan's interest.
"An Oriental?"
"You actually dare to come here." Stella said warily, slowly backing away, not because she disliked the other's gaze, but because she was afraid of being captured.
"Hehe, with so many wonderful people, how could I bear to let them go?" Gu Yan chuckled strangely, and directly grabbed out with a large handprint.
"Uh, someone come here..."
Stella was grabbed before she could even speak.
Gu Yan dragged him into the tent with a loud laugh...
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