Modifying the Rules

If all the cultivators united, then indeed, some of them might have been able to make it through this Path of Judgment and face Ning Ye head-on.

But how could that be so easy?

Cultivators were undisciplined. They were not soldiers; what they pursued was powerful cultivation, immortal arts, and divine abilities—not discipline.

To Ning Ye, such a force was easiest to break from within. All he needed to do was lightly pluck at the string in their hearts, and he could throw them into complete chaos, even drive them to slaughter one another.

On the Path of Judgment, the cultivators fell into utter disarray. With their morale scattered, defeat was naturally inevitable.

Of course, not all of them died within the formation.

Relying on his own formidable strength, Ye Kongzi ultimately made it through that road of death.

Only him alone!

As far as the eye could see, there was nothing beside him. Behind him lay endless corpses.

The instant he emerged, Ye Kongzi felt as though all his vigor, energy, and spirit had drained away.

He did not feel the slightest joy. His emotions, like his utterly depleted spiritual power, had sunk to rock bottom.

Ning Ye and the others appeared before him, smiling as they watched him.

Ye Kongzi stood there blankly, his gaze empty.

His mind was dazed and unfocused.

Ning Ye smiled. "What? You finally made it out, yet it seems you no longer have the will to fight?"

The will to fight?

Ridiculous!

Ye Kongzi only found himself incomparably ridiculous.

Yes, he had fought his way here with such difficulty—but what was left worth fighting for?

He was alone. Let alone his current terrible state, covered in wounds and exhausted to the bone, even at his peak, he had no confidence he could defeat