These cultivators had often faced desperate situations on Nightmare Star, and many had grown indifferent to life and death. But the instinctive fear people felt was impossible to suppress. Faced with Prison Dragon, everyone except the Eternal Clan's Corpse Kings felt at least a little afraid—unless they were stronger than it.
Lu Yin said, "I killed him." As he spoke, he flashed in front of Feng Lan. Feng Lan grew wary and took a step back.
Lu Yin stepped forward, appearing within five meters of him, and merged with him.
During his three years in the Fifth Continent, Lu Yin had merged with Feng Lan once, so he could merge with him directly from within five meters.
He did so to look through Feng Lan's memories again and see if there was anything connected to Lu the Madman.
The others stared blankly at Feng Lan. Nobody dared to speak.
Just then, Jiu Hao emerged from Nightmare God Palace. She looked up at Prison Dragon and took a swig from her gourd.
Prison Dragon turned its gaze toward her and instinctively bared its claws and teeth. It liked seeing creatures look afraid.
But it was disappointed. Jiu Hao simply got drunk, showing no fear at all. In her eyes, Prison Dragon seemed more like an illusion.
Lu Yin's consciousness returned. Feng Lan came to, standing in front of him and looking confused.
"Everyone, go back," Lu Yin said, then turned and left. These people had little to do with Lu the Madman. Their growth and cultivation had not been aided by him; they had simply survived through natural selection.
Cultivation on Nightmare Star meant seizing Nightmare Power from other creatures. These people were like venomous creatures raised in a jar, where the strong survived and the weak perished. Those who prevailed