At this moment, everyone below had become eerily lifeless.
They seemed to have turned into walking corpses, their expressions rigid and devoid of emotion. There was something strange about their entire demeanor.
Shuiyue Douluo said cautiously, "Are you all alright?"
His careful voice brought everyone back to their senses. They quietly moved their bodies and, finding nothing wrong, finally forced stiff smiles onto their faces.
"Shuiyue Douluo, you're making a fuss over nothing. We're perfectly fine."
"Yeah, yeah. My old injuries were bothering me just now, but they don't affect me at all anymore."
"I think Chen Yitang is right. These people are just making a mountain out of a molehill. Why think about so much pointless nonsense?"
"Let's go, let's go. We should head back."
Watching the expressionless crowd, Shuiyue Douluo felt a chill rise from the depths of his heart.
They looked no different from ordinary people, but he was no fool. Their emotions had been taken away. How could they possibly be fine?
"By the name of the Evil Saint, I command all soldiers to bow and join the battle."
The phantom's voice pierced through all living beings. When they turned their heads, they saw that the people who had been about to leave had become extremely alert.
They all bowed their heads, lowering them as though they were the most loyal knights.
Then their soul rings lit up, and they rushed into the sky.
Tang Hao and Tang San had not died yet.
They gradually found a sliver of hope and followed it with great difficulty until they found a way out, only to discover that everyone had set their sights on the two of them.
Tang San was dumbfounded.
"Watch out!"
As soon as the words fell, Tang Hao's chest was pierced through by a