"This..."
Qin Luo, who had hurriedly stepped aside, froze where he stood at the sight of those hulking figures charging forward in droves.
Every one of those hulks radiated incomparably dense demonic qi, galloping like wild horses that had slipped their reins.
Several thousand hulks charging together—the demonic qi they inadvertently gave off alone made the blood and qi within him churn violently.
Just one encounter had robbed him of his ability to fight. What in the world were these things?
"Fuck, get out of my way! Fall to the back—I feel like I'm about to break through!"
"You're breaking through? Fuck you, I'm only half a step away from becoming a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal. My breakthrough is right before my eyes, so get to the back!"
"Fuck, whoever dares obstruct my breakthrough—slash! Whoever dares obstruct my path to the Dao—slash! Whoever dares obstruct my slaughter—slash!"
All sorts of noisy shouts rang out continuously from within the ranks, as these fellows cursed furiously at one another.
The hulks from the Forbidden Void possessed an exceedingly strange trait: they could grow stronger through slaughter. Having gone through several battles, their auras had become increasingly powerful, and the aura belonging to a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal had grown especially dense.
After this battle, quite a few hulks would likely step into the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm.
That was why they were so passionate about fighting—on one hand, they could grow stronger; on the other, their hands itched unbearably for a real fight.
Qin Luo stood there, utterly dumbfounded. What had he just seen?
Those so-called prodigies—the prodigies who usually stood high above them and looked down on them—were being slaughtered like pigs and dogs by those hulks.
That was right, slaughter. Those so-called prodigies were utterly unable to withstand a