A Bountiful Harvest, the Divine Realm Panics

Lin Mengyao suddenly raised her head and looked at Qin Luo, her eyes filled with resistance.

Make her submit? Make her submit just to stay alive?

No, she could not do it!

"Think about it. You helped me lure so many people to their deaths. Once news of their deaths reaches their respective factions, how do you think the forces behind them will treat you?"

"You're from the Illusion God Sect, aren't you?"

"You wouldn't want your master and sect to die alongside you, would you?"

People were creatures of emotion. There would always be things they cared about.

At those words, Lin Mengyao panicked.

She knew all too well how terrifying the Lineages and forces behind these people were. If word of what happened today got out, it would surely bring a catastrophe upon the Illusion God Sect!

Compared to the Lower Realm, the Divine Realm believed even more firmly in the law of the jungle.

Forces with God King Realm experts generally would not go to war lightly, because they lacked sufficient cause—and feared they might fail to kill the snake, only to suffer its bite later.

If the forces of these several Lineages joined together, they would absolutely be enough to crush the Illusion God Sect!

"Woman, only smart people avoid suffering. Understand?" Qin Luo said, patting Lin Mengyao's shoulder.

"Look." With a wave of his hand, a phantom soul appeared before Lin Mengyao.

It belonged to someone who had just escaped the Human Emperor Banner, only to be killed in the end. Terror covered his illusory face.

He opened his mouth, wanting to beg for mercy, but inside the Human Emperor Banner, he could not make the slightest sound.

Silent despair made everyone else feel fear.

Several black hands seized the phantom soul and dragged it