A dozen or so bat demons hovered above where Yi Xiaofeng and the others stood, glaring viciously at them as though they might dive down at any moment and bare their fangs.
"From this moment onward, anyone in Zhuo Ye Fortress who dares to flee will die more miserably and painfully than those pathetic worms hanging from the tree!"
Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor's cruel, sinister laughter echoed through heaven and earth.
Thunderclouds blanketed the sky, making the atmosphere unbearably oppressive.
No one dared step forward to refute Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor.
Zhuo Ye Fortress fell into dead silence.
Yi Xiaofeng felt tense as well.
Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor was far too domineering. Coupled with the bat demons filling the skies and the towering Seven-Colored Glass Tree, Yi Xiaofeng suddenly felt doomed.
If he did not cling to Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor, he would die.
Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor had cursed him before. If he saw him again, he would surely crush him to death.
The viewers were also discussing excitedly:
"Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor's combat power is way too ridiculous. He's on a completely different level from the cultivators in this entire Script."
"Yeah, the contestants are basically here to be lackeys."
"That's what makes it fun. That's life. When you first enter society, don't you have to keep your head down, read the room, and endure oppression?"
"The guy above is an idiot know-it-all. You're comparing a game to life in society? The moment I graduated college, tons of companies were competing to hire me. My monthly salary was ten thousand in my first year, and three years later I make 1.8 million a year, plus a hundred-thousand year-end bonus and all kinds of allowances. I've never suffered any grievance!"
"The Sword Saint has knelt. The demonic path is