Withered Firmament V

The armor was unbroken, and the weapons undamaged. Yet upon closer inspection, the cause turned out to be inner demons erupting from within, causing them to spontaneously combust to death...

"How could they be this weak?"

Lin Xin was somewhat stunned.

Not to mention Golden Core cultivators—these people were weaker by a vast margin even compared to Foundation Establishment cultivators.

With this level of mental cultivation, they would only count as Inner Family experts in the Southern Prefecture.

They were simply a pack of Inner Family-level ants wearing Golden Core-grade artifacts!

How could there be such a bizarre arrangement? He had originally intended to seize someone and search their soul, but he had not expected...

"So weak that staying alive is just a waste of food. Better to die."

Crushing the remaining armor and weapons in one grip, Lin Xin failed to achieve his goal, and a nameless fire rose in his heart. He reached out again toward the hawk-beaked young master in the distance.

A black hand spread across the sky, casting a vast shadow as it viciously clenched toward the distance.

The hawk-beaked young master, who had already flown some distance away, turned back for a look. His soul nearly fled his body. A thread of purplish-red light abruptly bloomed around him, as though his entire body had sprouted purplish-red fur, and his speed instantly increased severalfold.

But no matter how he flew, a shadow continued to rapidly engulf him from overhead. Before long, it seized him together with several generals who had not fled far and dragged them back.

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

After another group died.

The demonic hand returned, and Lin Xin suspended the remaining dozen or so people before him.

"It's... it's over...!" The hawk-beaked young master wore a face of utter despair.

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