The protective spiritual light, various magical artifacts, and spells of those five Union Sect disciples faced absolute violence composed purely of speed and strength.
Like bubbles under sunlight, they were instantly swallowed up without even stirring a ripple.
In an instant.
Just an instant.
The black shadows filling the sky receded like a tide, gathering once more upon the ground.
Han Feiyu's figure solidified again. He still stood with his arms crossed over his chest; aside from his slightly heavier breathing, he was completely unscathed.
Meanwhile, the five Union Sect Foundation Establishment disciples in the sky stood frozen in midair as if struck by a binding spell, their faces filled with terror.
With his back to them, Han Feiyu spoke in a low voice, "The light of the Death Omen Star shines upon the earth."
"You—"
He turned his head slightly, his scarlet peripheral vision sweeping behind him. "You are already dead."
As the final word fell softly—
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
The five rigid bodies in the air exploded all at once, as though something had suddenly detonated inside them. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, bone fragments scattering in all directions.
The five Foundation Establishment cultivators, along with their robes and magical artifacts, were blasted into pieces, becoming a gruesomely beautiful rain of blood that pattered down and dyed the already dark-red earth even murkier.
The entrance to the Valley of Forgetting Sorrows returned to deathly silence.
Only that figure, like a ghost king, remained unmoving amid the blood rain.
Two months later.
"Announcement: In a distant place to the west, the host bound to Contestant No. 10 has successfully advanced to the [Foundation Establishment Realm]. Other contestants are encouraged to keep up their efforts and actively complete their project objectives."
"Announcement: In a distant otherworldly