Chapter 481: Chapter 382: Total Annihilation
At the moment Bai Zhirui’s White Lotus Magical Artifact flew out, a moment of stillness appeared on the noisy battlefield.
Crash!
A flying claw quickly approached, circling around the White Lotus Magical Artifact.
Before the chain of the flying claw could wrap around the White Lotus Magical Artifact, a Rope Dart Magical Artifact followed closely, aiming to bind the White Lotus Magical Artifact in a bid to seize it.
As a result, these two magical artifacts ended up entangled together.
"You bastard, how dare you sabotage my plan."
The other person angrily retorted, "If it wasn’t for your meddling, I would have already..."
Their actions seemed to light the fuse.
All the cultivators of the Nether Spirit Race started moving.
The General of Nether Prison City tried desperately to stop them: "Stop right now by order of the General! This kind of scrambling is pointless..."
The next moment, his words were drowned out by the explosions of various magic.
In the eyes of the cultivators present, nothing else mattered except for that magical artifact.
"Get out of the way, don’t block the path!" A cultivator of the Nether Spirit Race wielded a large blade, beheading an unsuspecting person in front of him.
But he didn’t have much time to gloat over his actions. Just after he took someone down, a spear suddenly skewered through his heart.
"How dare you attack your own people, you deserve to die."
He spoke righteously, while secretly rejoicing—two competitors less for him.
The kill-for-chaos tactic among the cultivators of the Nether Spirit Race was only attempted by two individuals. However, they too were soon taken down by others.
Although the casualties were not very large, with such an unfortunate beginning, the already distrustful alliance between these cultivators became even more fragile.
Apart from friends who already knew each other, now everyone seemed like an enemy in their eyes.
"Why are you looking at me, are you planning to make a move against me?" A cultivator of the Nether Spirit Race asked in a voice tinged with nervousness.
"Are you crazy? Who’s looking at you?" The other turned his gaze away and retorted, not wanting to provoke unnecessary suspicion with his actions.
But the fact that he averted his gaze made the other suspect he was harboring bad intentions.
"I knew it, you’ve got nothing good in mind. Strike first to gain the upper hand, take this sword!"
Both of them were so focused on each other that although one of them suddenly attacked, the other was able to react and dodge in time.
However, another person nearby was not so lucky, getting pierced through the chest by a Flying Sword and dying instantly.
"Big brother! You bastard dared to kill my big brother, I will kill you!"
Driven by hatred, he completely ignored any restraint, unleashing a rain of fire that engulfed seven or eight people around him.
That stirred up a hornet’s nest; they all started fighting furiously, indiscriminate of friend or foe.
Under such circumstances, everyone except themselves seemed like an enemy, leaving no choice but to fight.
Nobody knew if they might be the next target.
For survival, no one dared to hold back; within a few breaths, everyone got involved.
"Stop this madness at once!" The General of Nether Prison City made a last-ditch effort.
Boom!
A fireball the size of a basin passed through the crowd and hit him.
Although uninjured, it left him disheveled and utterly frustrated, leaving him unwilling to suppress his anger any longer.
"Damn you all, since you’re so eager to die, I will grant your wish. Wàn Gǔ Shì Tiān (Ten Thousand Bones to Annihilate the Heavens)!"
The ground trembled violently, and various bones emerged from the ground.
In the blink of an eye, a forest of white bones appeared on the ground.
Many cultivators of the Nether Spirit Race who couldn’t dodge in time were skewered by those sharp bones like candied haws, quickly dissipating into the air.
However, seven or eight who were strong and lucky enough managed to escape this attack.
One among them cursed through clenched teeth, "Damn it, he just wants to kill us all and monopolize that magical artifact."
"Let’s all band together and take him down first, otherwise none of us will survive."
The few remaining Nether Spirit Race cultivators, who had been warily eyeing each other moments before, formed an alliance to attack the General of Nether Prison City.
Lin Feng and Su Yao, hiding at a distance, watched in wide-eyed astonishment.
Even when Bai Zhirui explained this plan to them, they had anticipated that something like this might happen.
Yet...
The effect was overwhelmingly successful, wasn’t it?
A fake magical artifact had driven these Nether Spirit Race cultivators into deadly conflict, causing their brains to spill.
To prevent misunderstandings, ensuring that their small group, already in grave danger, did not fall into real internal conflict.
Bai Zhirui made them carefully inspect her White Lotus Magical Artifact.
Although doing so allowed Lin Feng and Bai Zhirui to thoroughly understand the capabilities of their magical artifacts.
Others might also be able, through various means, to learn about her magical artifact, potentially posing unforeseen dangers during its future use.
But at a time like this, those concerns had to be pushed aside.
"Those are problems to consider once you escape. For now, survival is the most crucial thing." Zheng Yi instructed his disciples this way.
Lin Feng and Su Yao also understood the gravity of the situation.
Therefore, before inspecting Bai Zhirui’s White Lotus Magical Artifact, they specifically swore to Canglan Netherlord that they would not divulge a single detail.
Neither Zheng Yi nor Bai Zhirui placed much stock in that vow.
It wasn’t a matter of distrusting them.
Every cultivator had various means at their disposal.
The most typical being the Soul-Searching Technique.
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