Investing in the Empress's junior sister, she broke through her defenses after comparison.

Even the old Holy Lord couldn't withstand that sword strike. For them, staying meant certain death!

Someone burned their life essence, causing their speed to increase dramatically.

Someone unleashed their most treasured spatial escape artifact, tearing through space.

Some people transformed into a cloud of blood mist, formless and intangible, attempting to merge into the world.

In an instant, the entire sky became chaotic, with more than a dozen powerful auras, filled with despair and madness, fleeing desperately in different directions.

"It's noisy."

Ye Feng picked at his ear impatiently.

He just wanted to finish his wine in peace, but why were there so many flies buzzing around his ears, disturbing his tranquility?

He didn't even bother to look back at the fleeing streaks of blood.

He simply raised the hand that wasn't holding the gourd and casually snapped his fingers towards the sky.

Snapped.

A soft sound.

The sound was crisp and clear, reaching the ears of everyone present.

next moment.

The Thunder Emperor Sword, which had been hovering in the sky and exuding a world-destroying aura, suddenly burst forth with purple-gold light!

Om-!

An invisible ripple spread outwards from the Thunder Emperor Sword in all directions.

That wasn't a sound wave, nor was it an impact of primal energy.

That is a realm of... laws.

Where the ripples passed, space froze.

Time stood still.

Those dozen or so frantically fleeing streaks of blood-red light, like mosquitoes trapped in amber, came to an abrupt halt in mid-air.

Everyone remained in a fleeing posture, their faces filled with terror, madness, and despair, which were clearly captured in the photograph.

An elder had just torn open a spatial rift and half of his body had already entered, but now he was frozen in place, unable to move.

The blood mist created by another elder was about to dissipate, but it was frozen into a strange red cloud, unable to drift away even a little bit.

The entire world, except for Ye Feng and his junior sisters beside him, and Xiang Ling who was slumped on the ground in the distance, was completely still.

The elders of the Blood Nether Holy Land were still conscious.

They can think and perceive.

But it is precisely because of this that the despair that seeps into one's bones is all the more intense.

They could clearly feel that the source energy in their bodies was completely sealed off, and their souls were firmly imprisoned by an irresistible force. They couldn't even blink, let alone move a finger.

They became the most lowly prisoners in this world.

It’s over.

These are the two words that simultaneously surfaced in the minds of all the imprisoned elders.

They finally realized that the difference between themselves and the other party was not the difference between mortals and cultivators.

Rather, it is the difference between ants and gods who govern the rules of heaven and earth!

Faced with such an existence, should we run away?

The idea itself is a huge joke.

Xiao Baiyu stared at this unbelievable scene, her mouth agape in an adorable "O" shape. After a long while, she murmured, "Senior Brother, are they... frozen in place?"

"Yeah, so they won't fly around and get in the way."

Ye Feng casually replied and then tilted his head back to gulp down another mouthful of wine.

He looked at the “sculptures” that were suspended in mid-air and felt that something was amiss.

killed?

It seems a bit of a waste, after all, they are a group of powerful experts at the Divine Realm, although in his eyes they are easily defeated.

do not kill?

Keeping it takes up space and is noisy.

Just as he was pondering how to deal with this "garbage", Murong Qingqing suddenly spoke softly beside him.

"Senior Brother, why don't you... give them to me?"

A strange light flickered in her tranquil eyes at that moment.

"My Gu worms are just lacking some high-quality nutrients."

nourishment?

Murong Qingqing's tranquil voice rang out softly, but it sent a shiver down the spine of Xiangling, who was slumped on the ground in the distance.

She looked at the stunningly beautiful woman with a gentle demeanor in disbelief.

What did she say?

Using over a dozen Divine Realm experts as... nourishment?

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng merely glanced lazily at the "sculptures" frozen in mid-air, seemingly assessing their value.