After being read by the mind, my apprentice wanted to rebel

The act of using humans to refine has always been like a strict order hanging over the heads of the immortal cultivation world, like an untouchable heavenly law. All those involved in it will face severe sanctions from the entire immortal cultivation world. No one dares to violate it easily, because behind it lies the most basic respect for life and awe for the way of immortal cultivation.

However, the Chen family now ignores this ban and openly does such a heinous thing. Their behavior is even more terrifying than that of the devil.

“Kill, kill those bastards of the Chen family.” These short and powerful words were like a burning flame, instantly thrown into a calm lake, directly igniting the entire situation. People from various major forces who were originally in silence and repression seemed to be injected with endless anger and courage. They raised their arms and shouted, with a determined light flashing in their eyes. The determination to completely destroy the Chen family and make those hypocrites pay a heavy price surged out like a flood. At this moment, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in this strong emotion, and a fierce storm was about to come...

Chen Guanhua, the head of the Chen family, gazed coldly at the cultivators before him with eyes as cold as a thousand years of ice. The chill in his gaze seemed to freeze the very air. The story of the living dead, like a heavy time bomb, was ruthlessly revealed without warning, and the shock exploded like thunder in everyone's hearts.

Today and here, it is destined to be a life-and-death, thrilling and fierce confrontation. The air is filled with tension and oppression, and every breath seems to carry the power that is about to explode.

His face was solemn, its already somewhat resolute features now tense, like a mask made of steel, revealing an undeniable majesty. He loudly commanded the Chen family members behind him, "Everyone, listen up! Fight these ignorant cultivators with all your might. We must annihilate them all here, and never let them leave alive."

As soon as the words fell, the Chen family rushed towards the cultivators like tigers out of a cage, with great momentum, as if they were going to crush all the enemies that stood in their way.

Instantly, the two sides engaged in a fierce battle, the entire battle as fierce as a raging storm. The flashes of swords and sabers intertwined, the light flashing, forming a brilliant yet brutal painting. Everyone cast various magical spells, and beams of light streaked across the sky like meteors, with astonishing power.

The battle intensified, neither side yielding. The entire arena was plunged into chaos. Blood splattered everywhere, screams rang out, and the air was thick with the smell of blood. This battle had completely devolved into a fight for life and death...

In the sky, the battle between Chen Xiong, Lin Yu and Jiang Ming became more and more intense, triggering even more intense strange phenomena in the sky and the earth.

Yet, despite the cultivators' masterful magic and tenacious willpower battling the Chen family, those terrifying undead seemed to know no pain, nor the slightest sense of fatigue. Like ruthless war machines, they rampaged across the battlefield. Their hollow eyes revealed an endless indifference and cruelty, as if nothing in the world could stir them in the slightest emotion. The cultivators were quickly losing ground.

Those usually awe-inspiring cultivators were now struck hard, one by one, falling to the ground. They groaned in pain, their clothes stained red with blood. Those who were still able to stand were mostly seriously injured, their bodies covered in scars, and every breath seemed to require immense effort. But they gritted their teeth, clinging to their faith, unwilling to give up easily, silently praying for a turning point, allowing them to once again turn the tide and repel these terrifying legions of the undead.

Xu Feng wasn't particularly adept at combat, so he always stayed hidden at the rear of the group, ready to treat others. As time passed, the number of injured snowballed, and the once spacious rear area gradually became unbearably crowded. Xu Feng's movements became increasingly rapid, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. However, he persevered, never giving up on a single life that could be saved. This was his motto.

While the various huge forces represented by the immortal cultivators were fighting fiercely with the Chen family, the figures of Miao Jiang and his group entered quietly like ghosts. Taking advantage of the chaotic situation, they sneaked into the Chen family's more secretive and deep dungeon like agile cheetahs.

In the dark and damp corridor of the dungeon, the sound of footsteps echoed, as if every step was followed in a tense rhythm.

"Grand Elder, are we really not going to help? After all, the battle between the Chen family and the immortal cultivators is so fierce now. Perhaps we can be of some help." A Miao disciple asked in a low voice with a puzzled look on his face.

The Great Elder's wrinkled face now looked exceptionally resolute. He waved his hand slightly and said softly, "Don't worry. Our primary mission on this trip is to find the Crown Prince and the Gu King. Only after completing this mission can we better seek benefits for the Miao region. Let's put other matters aside for now."

After saying that, a hint of determination flashed in the great elder's deep eyes, and he led the Miao group once again without hesitation towards the deeper depths of the dungeon.

As they advanced, the surroundings grew increasingly eerie, a decaying atmosphere permeating the air, as if hiding countless unknown secrets and dangers. But the Miao people remained unmoved, their weapons tightly gripped, their eyes revealing a firm conviction.

Suddenly, a familiar, endlessly painful scream echoed from the front, like a sharp knife piercing Luo Rou's anxious heart. Her anxiety was instantly ignited, and her feet seemed to be equipped with springs. With a sudden kick, she rushed forward like an arrow from a bow. Seeing this scene, the experienced elders and others did not hesitate. They flashed and quickly followed, their steps as steady and powerful as the wind, and each step seemed to leave a deep mark on the ground.

And when they finally arrived at the place where the sound came from, the scene that unfolded before their eyes was like sand and dust blown up by a strong wind, causing endless anger to surge in their hearts.

In front of them stood quietly a group of men in black, exuding a cold aura. These people were skilled yet extremely cruel. They were sucking the blood and flesh of the eldest prince bit by bit in an extremely bloody way. The blood kept flowing out like a spring, as if telling the cruelty of this atrocity.