Emperor Jiang Wu and the other three shuddered, whipping their heads toward the Immortal-Burying Abyss.
That sound was too agonizing.
It sounded like nothing a human could produce.
It was as though someone had forcibly torn a living person's divine soul out and thrown it into a cauldron of oil to fry over and over, grinding their Dao Fruit to dust along with it.
Zhou Xuan lounged in the Grandmaster Chair without even changing his posture.
"It's begun."
His fingers stopped tapping the armrest, his tone as bland as if he were discussing something utterly trivial.
"That elder activated the formation."
"The pulling force in the blood pool locked directly onto the Dao Fruits of Xie Yuan and the other twenty-nine."
"He intended to drain all that 'medicinal material' in one go to replenish the old hag's losses."
"Unfortunately, his first mouthful wasn't nourishing origin source."
"It was the specially seasoned feast I'd prepared in advance."
Old Ancestor Xuanming swallowed and edged half a step closer, his voice trembling.
"Token Master, what exactly is happening over there?"
Zhou Xuan opened his eyes, the Black-Gold Light in his pupils gradually fading.
"The instant the formation started running, the Black-Gold Marks inside Xie Yuan and the others turned the tables."
"A highly concentrated poison of 'nothingness' surged straight back up the blood pool's extraction channels."
"The elder guarding that node never even had a chance to shut the formation off."
"It took only the blink of an eye for the poison to flood his Dao Fruit."
Zhou Xuan rose and brushed nonexistent dust from his robes.
"He's already dissolved into a puddle of black water. Not even his divine soul remains."
"Not so much as a bone fragment was left. He melted straight into the Formation Disk."
Old Ancestor Cangwu sucked in