A cluster of flames burned fiercely.
Long Ji watched expressionlessly as the two human skins were gradually consumed by the flames, until nothing remained but ashes. He felt not a shred of pity.
Once the flames died out, Long Ji turned and vanished into the void with Youmeng, continuing their search for isolated people in the Secret Realm.
He knew that in this place rife with competition and slaughter, only the strong could survive.
The Ox Demon and his companions had once tricked Long Ji into joining their team to enter the Secret Realm together.
Yet they had treated Long Ji as cannon fodder, using his life to clear the way.
Once Long Ji lost his usefulness, they had abandoned him without hesitation and subjected him to sneers and ridicule.
Against such ruthless people, Long Ji naturally showed no mercy.
He decided to repay them tooth for tooth and let them taste death as well.
The other rogue cultivators and faction teams in the Secret Realm also harbored their own sinister schemes.
They all wanted to reap the fisherman's reward while others fought, stealing the fruits of other people's labor and even preparing to ambush other teams.
These people were clearly no kindhearted souls.
It could be said that almost none of those who entered the palace inside this cave were truly good people.
Even if one or two had kind hearts, they would still slaughter others in their struggle for resources.
In this cruel world, anyone who wanted to seize opportunities, cultivate to higher realms, and go farther needed sufficient strength and resolve.
At the same time, when killing others and seizing opportunities, they also had to be ready to be killed themselves.
In a relatively secluded Spirit Herb Garden, seven or eight members of the demon