The entire Blood Mist Forest erupted into turmoil!

Xue Ji was enraged by this extreme contempt, and the panic on her face was replaced by a ferocious expression in an instant.

She abandoned her thoughts of escape, pressed her hands firmly against the Flesh Altar in front of her, and poured all the remaining Demonic Essence and Mental Power in her body into it without reservation!

"Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

"Flesh Tide, tear him apart!"

With her shrill roar, the entire Blood Mist Forest erupted into chaos!

"Roar!"

"Hiss--!"

Those hundreds and thousands of Flesh Monster crawling out of the ground seemed to have been injected with the most violent stimulant. The blood-red light in their eyes surged, the pus and blood on their bodies began to boil, the rotting muscles expanded and hardened at a visible speed, and the roars from their mouths gathered into a terrifying sound wave that could tear eardrums apart!

They no longer hesitated, no longer surrounded, but transformed into a true wave of death, composed of rotting flesh, bones, and poisonous blood, charging fiercely from all directions toward the location of Su Zhan and the Yuan Household family!

The earth groaned under their trampling, and the air twisted under their stench.

At this moment, they are purely Monster, existing solely for slaughter and destruction!

"Ah!"

"We're doomed! We're dead!"

The disciples of the Yuan Household had never seen such a terrifying sight.

That was no longer a battle, but a natural disaster.

They felt like a small boat in a storm, about to be smashed to pieces by the massive wave of flesh and blood, leaving no trace of their bodies.

Fear, like an icy tide, overwhelmed their reason.

The Weapons in their hands trembled violently.

Their legs were as limp as noodles; they didn't even have the strength to run away.

They closed their eyes in despair, awaiting death.

Elder Yuan Ji's face was also ashen. He did his best to protect Yuan Yuan and Yuan Chou behind him, but his emaciated body trembled like a candle in the wind.

He knew that even Divine Lord Su, faced with such a massive Monster tide, comparable to a thousand troops, would probably be powerless to turn the tide.

However, amidst this despairing silence...

Su Zhan, who was standing at the very front of everyone, moved.

Faced with the Flesh Tide that could change the very fabric of the world, his face remained calm and composed, even with a hint of amusement.

He didn't form hand seals, chant incantations, or even look at the surging Monster.

He simply raised his right hand slowly.

Then, he gently snapped his fingers over the thick, blood-like Poison Fog.

"Snap."

A crisp, insignificant sound.

Amidst the deafening roar and thunderous stampedes, the snap of the fingers was so faint as to be almost inaudible.

But, in that instant when the fingers snapped...

Time seemed to stand still.

The entire world, all sounds, all movements, came to an abrupt halt at that moment.

Those frantically charging Flesh Monster all froze in place in the most bizarre way.

Some raised their sharp claws, some opened their blood-red mouths, and some had even leaped into the air.

Every muscle and tendon on their bodies maintains the most ferocious and powerful posture of charging forward.

But they just stopped.

Motionless.

It was as if the whole world had been transformed into a bizarre and fantastical oil painting that had been paused.

"..."

The members of the Yuan Household slowly and cautiously opened their eyes.

When they saw this unbelievable scene before them, everyone's brains went blank.

What... what's going on?

The Monster... why did it stop?

Time stopped?

Or... a collective hallucination?

However, this was just the beginning.

What was even more chilling than time standing still, and what shattered their worldview, happened.

Su Zhan gently moved his finger to the left.

Splash--

Those hundreds and thousands of Flesh Monsters, each with a different shape and a hideous appearance, were like soldiers on parade, hearing their general's command.

In unison, they turned their stiff, neckless heads, turning their countless pairs of eyes, gleaming with bloodlust, towards the same direction.

Deep within the Blood Mist Forest, in the direction of the Flesh Altar!

"!"

On the Altar, the Xue Ji's alluring face had long since lost all color, turning as pale as paper.

Her body was trembling violently.