Kill All the Cultivators Outside

As Song Zhong spoke with the two women, Qiao Yingpei's expression suddenly changed. She cried out softly, "Over there—isn't that Du Mo Kong of the Tentacle Clan? He clearly entered a different passage. Why is he in the same passage as us now?"

Hearing this, everyone turned to look, astonishment on their faces.

Among Wu Qingqing's two disciples, Hou Qinzh, whose skin was unusually fair, said in a low voice, "This passage seems different from the previous ones. This time, the passages all seem to be connected.

Many of the experts who entered earlier have gathered here now.

Look over there—the cultivators of the Insect Clan are all here.

And over there, Hu Lieyun, an expert of the Demon Tiger Clan, is here as well.

It is said that Hu Lieyun can rank among the top three of all Demon Race cultivators in the Knocking Immortal Realm."

Qiao Yingpei cried softly, "So we were sent to the same place as the most confident and strongest cultivators?

This space has not closed after all this time? The number of cultivators has not reached its limit?"

She panicked. Her Senior Sister was a genius, but among those who had entered this place at the first opportunity, who was not an incomparably talented Heavenly Prodigy with absolute confidence?

They were all the foremost prodigies of their respective races.

Her Senior Sister might rank among the top ten in the Human Race's Knocking Immortal Realm, but when facing equally powerful opponents, would she still have the strength left to protect her?

Had she known, she should have entered later.

Now, it seemed too late to leave.

As she was thinking, several more figures appeared in the distance. These cultivators seemed shrouded in a dreamy halo, their bodies slender and straight.

They were clearly humanoid,