a Man Like None Other Chapter 7136 No Haste
The lingering heat of battle in the middle layer of Dao Ruins still remained in the murky void.
The crimson mist slowly descended, and the ground was covered with shattered bones and corpses, as well as fragments of depleted spiritual energy mixed with chaotic mud and sand, which were shocking to see.
The farcical spectacle of the treasure that swept across the entire area was like an absurd dream. After waking up, all that remained were corpses scattered everywhere, devastation in sight, and a heavy sense of dread and lingering fear in the hearts of countless cultivators.
No one mentioned the illusory jade pendant again, and no one dared to harbor any more illusions.
A false hope was lost, claiming the lives of nearly a thousand cultivators, including many elite disciples and veteran cultivators carefully cultivated by various sects.
The vibrant path of cultivation, decades or even centuries of arduous training, were all destroyed on that worthless treasure that relied on the rules of the Dao Ruins for its survival.
Greed is real, killing is real, and the absurdity of ending up with nothing is an even deeper truth etched into our bones.
All the survivors at this moment completely suppressed their restlessness and arrogance.
The various forces that had been eager to make moves, testing each other, and waiting for an opportunity to seize the treasure all calmed down at this moment. The fervor in their eyes faded, leaving only heavy caution and vigilance.
Everyone knows that Daoxu never bestows opportunities out of thin air; the more eye-catching and tempting the benefit, the more deadly the trap hidden behind it.
The brutal melee just now was the most bloody lesson.
The sounds of fighting gradually subsided across the entire mid-level airspace, replaced by a deathly silence.
Only the chaotic air currents continued to surge, and occasionally, dark red lightning would tear through the darkness, illuminating pale and solemn human faces.
Everyone held their breath, concealing all their spiritual energy, lowering their bodies, and silently repairing their injuries and recovering their spiritual energy. They dared not easily provoke conflict again, nor dared to let temporary opportunities cloud their judgment.
In the distance, the group from the Bone Sect stood amidst pools of blood, the atmosphere as oppressive as a frozen pool that had stood for millennia.
The withered bones were covered in blood, his white robes stained with blood, half of his robes soaked in blood, and dark death energy surged and churned around him. Gone was his previous refined elegance, arrogance and domineering nature.
His face was ashen, with traces of blood still clinging to the corners of his lips. The aftershocks of the Dao Foundation’s tremor were still raging wildly through his meridians, and every breath he took caused excruciating pain to his internal organs.
But he gritted his teeth and remained silent, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and qi within him and his mind on the verge of collapse.
Two crushing defeats, one empty-handed victory, disciples killed in battle, trusted confidants seriously injured, and all face lost. If they were to lose their composure and fly into a rage now, they would only become a laughingstock, and even the last shred of the sect’s prestige would vanish.