The Harvesters were now utterly despairing.
Some could not bear such despair and chose to retire.
But even more Harvesters wanted to struggle desperately before death.
That day:
Several hundred Harvesters joined forces to launch a surprise attack on a continent that had wholly embraced the Golden Core Realm.
"Blood-wash this continent."
"They cut off the roots of our leeks, so we will cut off the Golden Core Realm!"
"Slaughter continent after continent. Let's see how many people still dare cultivate the Golden Core Realm."
Several hundred Harvesters struck, and their efficiency was exceedingly brutal.
With a casual move, they could easily destroy Golden Core sects one after another.
The powerful figures of these sects, which had only just transformed into Golden Core cultivators, wore bitter, despairing expressions. "If we cultivate other paths, the Golden Core Realm settles accounts with us; now that we cultivate Golden Cores, other paths still come to settle accounts with us!"
"Great Heaven, why do you torment us so?"
They were despairing, grief-stricken, and unwilling.
"The sorrow of the weak!"
The Harvesters sneered.
They humiliated these people as they pleased, making them watch helplessly as they marched toward despair and death.
Just then, the surviving Golden Core experts suddenly thought of something. Then they dropped to their knees and cried out in prayer:
"Golden Core Old Ancestor, please descend with your might and suppress the great enemies here!"
The Harvesters threw back their heads and laughed. "Golden Core Old Ancestor? If she comes, we'll harvest her in minutes!"
"We were just wondering how to harvest her."
"Harvesting her will be the same as harvesting this era."
They were excited and could not wait to see Mingyue appear.
Now, Golden Core cultivators were the most numerous, and the Golden Core Old Ancestor title carried immense weight.