Zhang Kuang streaked over from afar, his blazing gaze sweeping across the pit bottom, where a group of extraterrestrial cultivators of varied forms and formidable auras stood.
When Zhang Kuang clearly sensed the vast energy within these cultivators—countless billions of times greater than anyone he had encountered before—
Shocked beyond belief, Zhang Kuang's eyes flew wide open, and he burst into ecstatic laughter. "Fuck! Hahahaha! Every single one of you—every single one of you is so fucking powerful! This kind of power—is it true essence power? So there are this many cultivators in the world? Hahaha, Heaven, you're fucking treating me too well!"
While Zhang Kuang babbled in wild delight, Fu Sha's father merely cast him an indifferent glance before casually ordering, "What vermin crawled out of nowhere? Too noisy. Crush it."
"As you command!"
A cultivator nearby, shaped like a many-clawed lizard, bowed to accept the order.
Then he strode forward, powerful brainwaves surging forth as he looked down at Zhang Kuang from on high. "Lowly native vermin, why aren't you staying quietly at home? What are you coming out here to show off for? Die—"
Before he could finish, Zhang Kuang activated Essence Plunder on his own.
Buzz!
In an instant, an invisible, formless, utterly tyrannical force of plunder erupted from Zhang Kuang.
Like an invisible black hole that suddenly expanded, it enveloped every cultivator present in the blink of an eye.
The dozens of vicious cultivators did not even have time to react before they all let out shrill, miserable screams. "Aaargh!"
"My true essence!"
"What kind of evil art is this?!"
"No—impossible!"
"Save me—save me, my lord!"
At that instant, they felt the true essence they had cultivated all their lives, along with their immense life force, vanish in great torrents as though they had fallen