Chapter 1247: Falling Into Hell

Only when he recalled the strange events earlier did Yao Qianji's expression regain some composure.

Changing the subject, his tone became much more serious.

"This matter need not be mentioned again. Just escort those lowly people to the Northern Desert Wasteland."

"However, the situation with the ancient sea beasts is quite peculiar. We must send someone to investigate thoroughly and find out what has happened to cause such anomalies."

"I have never seen sea beasts migrate en masse before. Perhaps there is something terrifying behind this, something that could even affect the Divine Land. This is of utmost importance!"

The guard, hearing this, trembled and immediately bowed in acknowledgment.

"As you command!"

As he stepped out of the ancient city, Yao Qianji's decree spread, and the Black Dragon Divine Guards by the coast received the message, their voices resonating across the shore.

"You lowly people, hurry to the Northern Desert Wasteland to mine the celestial ore!"

Instantly!

The various cultivators by the coast were struck with horror, their faces filled with a mix of emotions.

"What?"

"How could this be?"

"They want us to go mining?!"

"Outrageous! I have cultivated for tens of thousands of years, once a patriarch of a clan, a dominant force in a heavenly realm. How dare you insult us like this!"

"Exactly! Although our cultivation is low, we are not mere dogs to be slaughtered at will. How can we be treated like slaves to mine ore!"

The sudden, stern order shocked the cultivators, and many angrily cursed, standing tall with pride as they rebuked the command.

Watching the ants on the ground clamor.

The black-armored guards in the sky remained indifferent, as if they were accustomed to such scenes, not bothering to pay attention.

Until the leading captain, with arms crossed, issued another stern command!

"This is Lord Yao's order. Those who disobey will be executed without mercy!"

As soon as the words fell.

Several black shadows flashed across the sky and landed on the ground in an instant.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

With a few faint sounds, the black shadows suddenly darted into the crowd!

Then, a series of blood mist explosions followed.

"Pfft!"

The hundred or so people who had spoken earlier instantly fell to the ground, dead.

Some had unwilling looks as their hearts were pierced, others were decapitated with eyes wide open, and some even exploded into blood mist on the spot, leaving no trace, not even their souls remained!

In an instant.

The remaining cultivators were so frightened that they retreated in panic, their cries of terror erupting.

"This! This!"

"How is this possible?!"

"Brother Liu! No!!!"

In the trembling eyes of the cultivators, there was nothing but immense shock and fear!

Before they could even react, the enemy had already charged into the crowd, killing several of their comrades in the blink of an eye. It all happened so fast, catching them completely off guard.

In just a moment, life and death were separated.

The gap in strength was like heaven and earth. The scene they had just witnessed was far more terrifying than a tiger among sheep.

Even though the others could still stand, they were too frightened to speak.

Too strong.

The people from the Land of Fallen Gods were far too powerful!

This level of strength far exceeded their expectations, not only intimidating all the cultivators but also shattering all the emotions in their hearts, reducing them to nothingness.

Only an unprecedented fear dominated everyone present.

It felt as if, in the next moment, anyone could perish and their Dao vanish.

The legendary paradise at the end of the Great Dao turned out to be like this. No one could have imagined that the ecstasy of their dreams coming true would be so quickly replaced by the threat of death.

Falling from heaven to hell happened in an instant!

Almost ninety percent of the cultivators were too terrified to speak, trembling as they retreated, completely cowed by the overwhelming strength and ruthless killing methods of their adversaries.

Lin Ruowei also turned pale, staring in disbelief at the bloodied corpses on the ground.

As the situation reached a stalemate.

An old man with an immortal aura quietly moved toward the back of the crowd. Suddenly, he crushed a treasure hidden in his sleeve, and a misty aura enveloped him as he prepared to tear through space and escape, a look of wild joy on his face.

"Fellow Daoists, I shall take my leave first. My apologies!"

This sudden movement startled those around him.

"Elder Song, you!?"

Not only were his acquaintances shocked, but even those who didn't know him were taken aback. No one expected this seemingly venerable elder to try to flee at such a critical moment.

Some turned pale with shock, others were filled with anger, and some seemed to have an epiphany.

But before anyone could react further.

The space around the old man suddenly solidified, the ripples of the torn void dissipated, and his nearly blurred figure instantly returned to normal.

Then, it began to twist violently.

"Bang!"

With a loud explosion, the old man let out a roar as he turned into a cloud of blood mist!

Several cultivators nearby were splattered with blood, trembling so badly that their legs gave way.

In the sky.

The leading captain slowly retracted his clenched right hand, his face filled with disdain.

"Who else wants to run?"

His calm words carried an overwhelming pressure, descending from the heavens and covering the entire coast. All the cultivators felt as if a mountain was pressing down on them.

Those with weaker cultivation even coughed up blood from the pressure.

Too terrifying...

The gap in strength was unimaginably vast. Even escape techniques were utterly useless!

At this moment.

The cultivators, who had once harbored various thoughts, were now completely enveloped in despair.

Finally.

Someone couldn't bear the reality and let out a desperate roar.

"Heavens!"

"Why is the Land of Fallen Gods like this! Is there no one to save us? We are all human, yet after enduring countless trials to get here, we are subjected to such humiliation!"

"Is this the true face of the Land of Fallen Gods?!"

"I can't believe it, I can't believe it!!!"

However, no matter how much he roared, no one responded.

As the common saying goes, the weak have no claim to fairness.

As the black shadows continued to descend, the oppressive terror was almost suffocating. In just a few dozen breaths, regardless of status or cultivation level, everyone had their powers sealed.

Men and women alike were bound with golden ropes, connected like a long dragon, and escorted into the void...