129: He is the devil! A game called the hunt!

The remaining cultists watched their companion instantly turn into minced meat, and the sliver of courage they had just mustered was extinguished as if doused with ice water, completely vanishing.

In its place was boundless chill and bone-deep fear.

Resist?

They couldn't even get close to him!

With what could they resist?

"Run!"

Someone let out a desperate scream, and the remaining people, like startled birds, no longer cared about anything else. They turned and fled for their lives towards the golden light Barrier!

They slammed their bodies against it, and bombarded it with their remaining strength.

They tried every method to open a breach in the indestructible Barrier.

However, everything was in vain.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dull thuds and desperate roars were incessant.

They were like flies trapped in a glass box, struggling frantically and futilely.

Chen Nian watched the chaotic scene leisurely, as if enjoying an interesting farce.

Without the slightest hesitation, he merely waved his hand casually.

"Whoosh—!"

A condensed green energy shot out, accurately hitting the cultists who were frantically attacking the Barrier.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud bang, the Eternal Life Cult cultists didn't even have time to scream before their bodies exploded, turning into a scattered fireworks display of flesh and blood.

He didn't pause at all. Purple electric arcs danced on his fingertips, and he flicked them casually.

"Zzzzz—!"

A slender Lightning Snake shot out, instantly catching up to several fleeing figures.

Those cultists didn't even react to what happened, and were directly electrolyzed into a pile of charred, foul-smelling powder by the powerful lightning energy.

He even just casually punched out from a distance.

"Bang—!"

Terrifying Fist Intent arrived from across the air, and the upper bodies of several cultists exploded directly, flesh and bone fragments spraying backward, staining their companions beside them with blood.

Hunting!

This was a one-sided, extremely efficient hunt!

Chen Nian strolled leisurely, walking within the Death Cage he had created.

Every time he raised his hand, every time he flicked his finger, and even every time his gaze swept across, it meant the end of one or even several lives.

Red threads cut, green energy exploded, purple lightning annihilated, golden Fist Aura crushed... various powerful and bizarre forces were wielded by him with ease, harvesting lives in an almost artistic and cruel manner.

On the square, flesh and blood flew, and screams were incessant.

Dismembered limbs and shattered internal organs were scattered everywhere, and the dense smell of blood almost solidified, making one nauseous.

The ground was already covered with viscous blood, slippery to walk on, as if in an Asura Slaughterhouse.

The number of survivors was rapidly decreasing.

Fear and despair spread like a plague.

Some broke down mentally, kneeling on the ground and laughing maniacally.

Some became incontinent and collapsed, staring blankly at the strange Blood Moon in the sky.

Others futilely kowtowed to Chen Nian, not daring to stop even as their foreheads shattered.

Their hearts were now filled with endless regret.

Why did they provoke this Bringer of Misfortune?

Why were they so arrogant in activating the Grand Formation just now?

If they had knelt and begged for mercy from the beginning, if they had shown absolute submission from the start, would the outcome have been different?

But now, it was too late to say anything.

This man's cruelty and power far exceeded their imagination.

He didn't care about their pleas for mercy, nor their submission. What he seemed to want was just the pleasure brought by this slaughter.

The screams on the square gradually became sparse.

The smell of blood in the air had become nauseatingly thick.

The ground was covered with various incomplete limbs and internal organs; it was almost impossible to find a complete corpse.

Soon, the last fleeing Black-Robed Cultist was blasted apart by Chen Nian's punch from a distance, turning into a mist of blood.

The entire square finally fell completely silent.

A deathly silence.

Chen Nian's gaze slowly swept across this bloody Hell he had personally created, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

The number on the points panel had risen significantly again.

Although not as exaggerated as the previous wave of Demonic Evils, it was still a considerable income.

His gaze finally fell on the center of the square.

Only one figure remained there.

It was the Gold-Robed Man.

He hadn't run, not because he didn't want to, but because he had been so terrified from the beginning that his legs turned to jelly, unable to even stand.

At this moment, he was slumped in a pool of blood, trembling all over like a falling leaf in the autumn wind.

His dark gold robe, symbolizing status and power, was already soaked with blood and filth, tattered beyond recognition.

There was no longer any Elder's dignity on his face, only extreme terror and collapse.

When Chen Nian's gaze finally fell on him, the Gold-Robed Elder suddenly shivered, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He scrambled backward with his hands and feet until his body was pressed tightly against the light Barrier, with no way to retreat.

Looking at the Hellish scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood around him, and at the devil walking towards him step by step, his sanity was on the verge of collapse.

Chen Nian's shoes made a "squish, squish" sound as he stepped in the viscous blood.

To the Gold-Robed Man's ears, this sound was more terrifying than the world-destroying thunder he had heard earlier.

"Don't... don't kill me, please, don't kill me!"

He was weeping and snotting, his voice hoarse and distorted.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything. I'll do whatever you want, just please don't kill me!"

He was terrified, begging for mercy with all his might, no longer resembling an Eternal Life Cult Elder in the slightest.

Chen Nian walked up to him, stopped, and looked down at him, as if looking at a lowly insect.

However, he didn't speak, but just raised his foot and stomped it hard on the Gold-Robed Elder's chest.

"Bang!"

A merciless heavy kick was fiercely imprinted on the Gold-Robed Man's chest.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.

The Gold-Robed Man immediately slammed heavily onto the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The intense pain almost made him pass out directly.

He lay on the ground, coughing violently, feeling as if his internal organs were dislocated.

Chen Nian slowly walked in front of him, stepped on him, pressing him firmly to the ground.

"Speak."

Chen Nian's voice was devoid of emotion.

"Where exactly is your Eternal Life Cult's headquarters?"

"This time, don't play any tricks with me."

"Otherwise, I'll let you know what it means to wish you were dead."