Given the current number of Red Spider Lily, each living person can receive an average of three or more.
However, everyone was bewitched and completely blinded by rage.
Anyone who dares to approach will be attacked by other alien cultivators.
Let alone a Nascent Spirit Severing Stage cultivator, even Body Integration Stage couldn't withstand the combined fire of so many people.
This situation has created a bizarre predicament.
Countless people were killed, their blood flowing like rivers, but no one tried to seize the Red Spider Lily; instead, they were left to sway and undulate amidst the impact of energy.
Clap clap clap!
Pfft! Pfft!
Ahhh!
Mmm!
Oh oh oh!
A series of chaotic sounds rang out as several berserkers were blasted into the dried-up River of Forgetfulness by magic.
" Red Spider Lily!"
The berserker, his face beaming with ecstasy, pounced on the attack like a madman.
However, the moment they stood up, their expressions suddenly froze, and then slowly darkened.
Without struggling, without screaming, it vanished silently.
Such a bizarre thing happened right before their eyes, yet no one noticed.
All the alien races were in a bloodthirsty frenzy, completely disregarding everything else.
One by one, the cultivators died, and one after another, the Red Spider Lily on the River of Forgetfulness bloomed.
The mutilated corpses, battered and bruised by various magic and skills, did not remain in place, but slowly slid into the River of Forgetfulness.
Just like the berserker before, the corpse slowly sank to the bottom without making a sound.
At the same time, a faint mist appeared out of nowhere, enveloping everyone, with murmurs echoing within, constantly eroding the minds of these alien races.
This made them even more insane and bloodthirsty.
"Die! Die together! Hahaha!"
A Silver Saints let out a maniacal laugh, then tightly embraced an angel.
Rumble!
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately self-destructed.
The Silver Saints and the angel were blown to pieces, and several others nearby were also seriously injured.
The self-destruction of the Saints was like a signal, instantly triggering a chain reaction.
Rumble!
Rumble!
One after another, they all started to self-destruct.
The Golden Core Stage cultivators were all wiped out, the Nascent Soul Stage were left with only a few cripples, and the Spirit Severing Stage fared slightly better, barely retaining any fighting power.
At this moment, the few surviving members of the alien race finally came to their senses, their faces filled with horror as they watched the corpses slowly sliding into the River of Forgetfulness.
"What... what... what happened...?"
A Saints was completely stunned by the tragic scene before him.
He had no recollection of what had just happened; all he knew was that he was injured, and seriously injured at that.
"There's something wrong with this fog!"
Surrounded by a thin mist, they quickly noticed something amiss.
It wasn't just the fog, but also the intermittent whispers in my ear.
"Damn it, you guys did it!"
A roar came from the side; a berserker was panting heavily, his eyes as red as a rabbit's.
Madness and despair, along with unspeakable sorrow, filled the air.
These alien cultivators' souls were not strong enough to be immune to this influence.
At this moment, only a handful of the hundreds of alien races remained.
One berserker, two Saints, two angels, one demon, and one Fallen Angels —a total of seven Spirit Severing Stage cultivators, all of whom are experts in the Late Spirit Severing Stage.
"If it weren't for you bastards, things wouldn't have turned out like this."
"Nonsense, who launched the attack first?"
"Enough!"
Seeing that everyone was about to argue, the Silver Saints Late Spirit Severing Stage, roared angrily and stared intently at the River of Forgetfulness.
I don't know when it started, but water has started to appear in the dried-up riverbed.
Its color is scarlet, just like the Red Spider Lily on the shore.
The red water flows undulating without wind, as if something terrifying is lurking within it.
What's most puzzling is that no matter how the river ripples, not a sound can be heard, as if this great river is not in Fengdu City, but in another Space-Time.
Have you noticed that you've suddenly become much more irritable?
The Silver Saints spoke, then closed his eyes and activated his Sixth Sense sense.
The Saints's training is different from others; they primarily cultivate "consciousness."
Before reaching the Golden Core Stage, strengthen the five senses: sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch.
The Nascent Soul Stage unlocks the Sixth Sense sense, Spirit Severing Stage grants complete mastery of consciousness.
The Body Integration Stage and the Tribulation Transcendence Stage involve the Seventh Sense Manas Consciousness, while the Mahayana Stage involves the awakening of the Eighth Sense, Alaya Consciousness.
As "consciousness" is continuously unlocked, the Saints's power will increase, and the connection with the Cosmo within their body will become stronger.
This Silver Saints is not far from the Body Integration Stage. Once he awakens his Seventh Sense Manas Consciousness, he will be able to become Gold Saints.
Eyes closed, consciousness released.
puff!
The Silver Saints spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning deathly pale, and his aura rapidly weakened.
He was injured, and had no idea what had injured him.
"What... is it...?"
The Saints's face was filled with horror, his eyes were fixed on the River of Forgetfulness, and his whole body trembled with fear.
Seeing his actions, the remaining alien races all looked towards the River of Forgetfulness.
However, at that moment, a fierce howl rang out from afar.
A stunningly handsome man approached rapidly, his dashing appearance undiminished by the dense yin energy.
"Humans?"
As Xu Long approached, all seven alien races trembled.
Their intuition told them that he was most likely behind what happened here.
In fact, they had misunderstood Xu Long; he had just arrived and didn't know what had happened yet.
"Huh? The River of Forgetfulness actually has water?"
Xu Long glanced at the surging waves but didn't rush to approach them.
He planned to kill these alien races first, and then search their souls.
The soul does not lie; it is far more truthful than the mouths of other races.
"Lowly humans..."
The demon with ram's horns had flames burning in its eyes, and its gaze toward Xu Long was full of disdain.
Human weakness has long been ingrained in the minds of other species; in their eyes, humans are the kind of creatures that can be easily strangled.
Even if one's cultivation reaches the Spirit Severing Stage, one is still no match for a demon.
However, the next second, a gray stream of air shot out, instantly piercing through the demon's body.
"Tch, such an injury..."
The demon's disdain deepened. He thought, "Even if half my body were gone, I could quickly recover, let alone just a small hole."
Unfortunately, reality is always cruel. The demon felt his body sway, and then turned to ashes in a daze.
"What's this?"
The demon didn't know what was going on, but the other six alien races saw it clearly.
From the wound that pierced through it, the demon's body vanished as if weathered away, disappearing in less than a breath without leaving a trace.