Before long, only Noah and Mahali remained in the formation. He had sent everyone else off to die one by one.
The ordinary armed personnel, especially, were the easiest to fall into the Illusion Realm. Even after the Soul Chasing Nails bored through their foreheads, they showed no sign of waking up. They continued enjoying their wishes within the Illusion Realm until the end of their lives.
For Ordinary People, waking up after entering an Illusion Realm was truly far too difficult! Unlike transcendents, who would always regain consciousness for an instant when the Soul Chasing Nail reached them.
So sometimes, for transcendents, Receiving Lunchbox was truly worse than it was for these Ordinary People. Transcendents would always wake up at the instant of the attack, suffer the pain of that final moment, and only then receive lunchbox. The reason was that their greater strength made it easier for them to emerge from the Illusion Realm.
This was something only transcendents possessed.
Every transcendent was a cultivator of great perseverance. Without perseverance, how could one enter the ranks of transcendents? Especially at the critical moment of a breakthrough, one might need to endure every kind of struggle between will, body, and spirit before stepping into the transcendent ranks.
So becoming a transcendent was painful during cultivation, and painful when Receiving Lunchbox as well.
The White Mist parted, revealing Noah standing there. He stared fixedly at the mustached man who had Received Lunchbox. His expression was somewhat dejected and helpless, a jumble of emotions that made his face look strange.
In particular, after suffering several Mental Attacks, blood flowed from all his features. His eyes, ears, nose, and the corners of his mouth were all stained with blood. By now, the blood on his face had mostly dried, making him look