I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

Just after they escaped for a few steps, they felt a chill from the Netherworld behind them, like an icy needle drilling into their bones.

"puff……"

This voice suddenly sounded in the dead silence, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

A thick, slimy tentacle pierced a man's chest with lightning speed. The man froze as if struck by lightning, his once lively pupils dilating sharply with terror and disbelief.

He slowly lowered his head, his gaze focused on the twisting tentacles deep in his chest, as if witnessing a scene from a nightmare.

The fear in his eyes was like a tide, gradually receding as his consciousness faded. He was like a puppet without a soul, trying to fall down helplessly, but the tentacles held him firmly like iron clamps, preventing him from falling to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a horrifying scene took place. It was visible to the naked eye that his flesh and blood were rapidly melting like ice and snow under the scorching sun. It felt as if his insides had instantly turned into blood and were then absorbed bit by bit from the inside out.

But in an instant, the person who was still alive just now was now just a pile of bony bones, barely covered by a layer of wrinkled skin. The appearance was extremely terrifying, as if a ghost from the underworld had appeared in the world.

Among them, more than a hundred people followed Shura's clone. But in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen lives disappeared.

The strength of these dozen or so people should not be underestimated, and most of them have reached the realm of Half-Step Lord. Although they may be as weak as ants to Ye Chongren now, thinking back to the past, wasn't Jiang Qisha only at the strength of Half-Step Lord? At that time, he also forced Ye Chongren into a desperate situation.

A favored child of heaven like this had no chance to resist in front of this mysterious and terrifying existence and was killed instantly.

Before arriving, the Lord of Zhenyang had already solemnly warned everyone that this competition would undoubtedly be a life-threatening one. These people were all arrogant and conceited, each unwilling to submit to the other. On the surface, they all appeared to be brave and fearless, unfazed by life or death.

But in fact, when there are a large number of people, everyone will have a sense of luck in their hearts to a greater or lesser extent.

"With so many people, how many can die? How could it be my turn? Besides, with my own strength, even if there is danger, I won't be the one to die."

However, reality is as cruel as an icy blade. When the invisible scythe of death swings down, it makes no distinction between strength and weakness. In its eyes, there are only the living and the dead, not the strong and the weak.

Everyone watched helplessly as the person next to them, who had just been chatting and laughing with them, was killed in the blink of an eye. This scene was like a heavy hammer, hitting the remaining people's hearts hard, causing their rationality to collapse instantly.

In an instant, the remaining people fled desperately like crazy, their steps were panicked and hurried, as if countless evil spirits were chasing them.

Shura's clone struggled to get up from the ground. His eyes seemed to be dripping with blood. Anger and unwillingness burned in his red eyes as he stared at the puppet.

The black power on the puppet was like flame hitting gasoline, and it boiled violently.

Then, an extremely powerful force suddenly erupted, like a raging tsunami, causing layers of space ripples, as if to shatter the world into pieces.