After his final command was completed, the atmosphere in the hall became tense. An unreal chill enveloped the room.No one dared to look directly at the Emperor. They knew very well that this order not only threatened them, but also involved the blood of innocent people.The machine was not just a tool, but a bloodthirsty slaughter machine. It had to produce the maximum Qi energy, and human blood was the main requirement.This was a major obstacle for the three spiritual masters, who were trying to create a machine without the use of human sacrifice.However, with the Emperor's new command, the dilemma disappeared. Blood would be shed, no matter what the cost.They all left the hall with shivering bodies. No one dared to speak, even though their consciences were churning in their souls.The next day, strange things began to happen. Reports of disappearances surfaced, becoming the subject of gossip everywhere.In one small village, all its inhabitants disappeared without a trace. In an

Eadric Rong’s name was well known throughout Hundun Yaosai, so he faced no difficulty in climbing up to the fourth floor. His sturdy steps and radiating authority made anyone who saw him step aside without objection, like autumn leaves scattered before a mountain wind.“Who would dare disturb a ranked Hunter Kaishi?” whispered voices began to ring out among the hunters on the floor, their words carrying both fear and respect. The scent of incense and weapon oil hung heavy in the air.“Let him go up to the fifth floor. There, he will meet the organization’s leaders. We don’t need to bother getting in the way.” The speaker’s hand unconsciously tightened around his sword hilt, knuckles white with tension.Although the whispers and gossip in the undercurrents were lively, no one dared to express them directly in front of Eadric Rong. The fear of his status as a Kaishi-ranked Hunter was evident in every gaze they directed at him, even as they inwardly harbored envy and grievances that fest

Meanwhile, Ayong and Yizhan were still busy finishing the last remaining mermaids. Their blades flashed like silver lightning against the backdrop of the illusory ocean, each strike precise and deadly as ancient execution techniques.They worked so well together that none of the enemies managed to escape, their coordinated movements resembling the legendary Twin Dragon Formation from the lost Celestial Sword Manual.When the atmosphere calmed down and the shadow of the dungeon began to fade like morning mist before the rising sun, Eadric Rong approached his two comrades, the Immortal Star Necklace pulsing with ethereal light against his palm."Let's go straight home," he said firmly, his voice sounding serious as mountain stone. His eyes held a distant gleam, like one who had glimpsed secrets beyond mortal comprehension."If you want to celebrate your victory with some wine, go ahead. But I have important business to attend to." The wind carried his words away, seeming to whisper them

Eadric Rong took a good look at his surroundings, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his sword, the Phoenix and Dragon, whose scales seemed to shift colors in the strange light of this realm."But I'm only alone," he thought, his brow furrowing beneath his midnight-black hair that was tied with a silver thread spun from moonlight.He soon realized that this portal system was made to separate each participant, a clever design to test individual strength rather than allow for alliances. "Apparently, entry to this place must be one by one," he concluded, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement.Taking a deep breath, Eadric Rong calmed himself down, centering his qi in his dantian as the ancient masters taught. The air in this place felt fresh, mixed with a faint but powerful spiritual energy that tingled against his skin like the touch of a thousand tiny needles."In that case, let's hurry towards the heart of the forest. Don't miss it. I'm sure a legendary rank

Mao Shen was the leader of the Demon Eagle Organization, his reputation as fearsome as the midnight storms that ravaged the eastern mountains. He had heard Eadric Rong's name since the first floor, whispered in tones of awe and fear, but never did he expect to meet the man face to face in this ancient forest where the trees themselves seemed to watch their confrontation."How do you know me? We just met for the first time, didn't we?" Mao Shen finally asked, his voice still sounding hoarse after his coughing subsided, like gravel scraping against metal. Inwardly, he regretted having underestimated the Whirlwind Tread art that almost made him vomit blood earlier, a technique he had dismissed as mere child's play.Despite feeling embarrassed, Mao Shen tried to hide those feelings behind a flat gaze that revealed nothing of the turmoil within. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, Night Drinker, its black scabbard adorned with silver runes that seemed to absorb the moonlight rather t