At that moment, the prodigies Xia Ping had slain were all ejected from the Virtual Universe. They let out shrill screams, their faces contorted with utter terror.
Their souls had been gravely wounded by the Samsara Pen, nearly torn apart and left with injuries that were almost impossible to heal.
"No! My soul! That bitch tore my soul apart!"
"My god, my soul's been torn apart. How am I supposed to recover from this?! Forget three months—even three years might not be enough to heal naturally!"
"No, no, no! I was planning to advance to the Return to Truth Realm. I'd already reached the peak of the Golden Core stage, but now it's all over. My soul is damaged, and I have no hope of advancing. My life is ruined!"
"Wu Wudi, you've destroyed my future! I'll never forgive you!"
"We have to kill that bitch and avenge ourselves. He's completely ruined us this time!"
"How did this happen? It was supposed to be a simple mission. Why did it turn out like this? That brat survived, while we got the worst of it. Where's the justice in that?"
"If I'd known, I never would've gotten involved in this mission. Now look at me—I got no benefits, and all I've done is bring trouble on myself. It's over. My life is over. Who's going to compensate me for my losses?"
The prodigies wailed in anguish, their hatred for Xia Ping reaching its peak.
They had thought there was no risk of dying inside the virtual network. They hadn't expected Wu Wudi to possess such a powerful holy artifact, which had routed them and inflicted devastating losses.
Now their souls had been grievously injured, and some had even suffered damage to their foundations. They would never have any hope of advancing