Chapter 2818: Who the hell did this

Although they had escaped this extraterrestrial heavenly demon's court, Yun Xiantai and the others still dared not relax in the slightest, still running with all their might toward the distance.

At this moment, everyone's mind held only one thought: to get far away, to stay far from those four mysterious people.

There's no way; mainly, the methods of those four mysterious people are completely incomprehensible to everyone, and even now they don't know the depth of the opponent.

And not understanding is what's most frightening, because you don't know what other tricks they might have.

Although they had run a distance after fleeing, this distance still didn't give them much sense of safety.

Under the urging of this Heavenly Palace Celestial Official, everyone continued to flee desperately.

Meanwhile, in that extraterrestrial heavenly demon's court, there was a stretch of void.

This void had not appeared before; it was obviously created by those four Feather God Tribe powerhouses.

At this moment, the other three Feather God Tribe members sat cross-legged in the void, each occupying a sector, forming a triangle among themselves.

Meanwhile, a vast surge of Línglì continuously poured into the phantom light gate between the three of them.

This Línglì was clearly the same Línglì that everyone had earlier poured into that white light cluster, unexpectedly used here.

And that phantom light gate looked like the entrance to a spatial passage; the three were constructing a spatial passage there.

As for where this spatial passage leads, that goes without saying.

Originally everything was proceeding smoothly, but just then, the Línglì that had been continuously flowing suddenly began to weaken.

It was completely lacking the previous massive amount.

This change was sensed immediately by the three, who all opened their eyes and questioned doubtfully.

"Is the Línglì about to be cut off? Something happened outside?"

One of them frowned slightly and said; hearing that, another replied nonchalantly.

"What could happen? Just relying on those Post-Heaven Human Race cultivators, could they possibly stir up any trouble?"

"But the Línglì has indeed weakened."

In the eyes of the three, those Human Race cultivators outside were equally insignificant, posing no threat at all.

However, the Línglì has already begun to weaken, so one of them still rose, intending to personally go outside to check.

Right now the spatial node is stable, the passage is under construction, and at this moment we cannot afford to cut off the Línglì.

Upon hearing that, the other two nodded slightly and did not stop him.

With a flash, this Feather God Tribe member vanished from the spot, and the next second his figure appeared outside the void.

Merely looking at the court before him, this Feather God Tribe member was instantly stunned.

"Where are the people? I had so many of them!"

Earlier, this court clearly had several thousand Human Race cultivators, but now not a single shadow remains.

Have those Post-Heaven Human Race cultivators, whom they regarded as expendable, disappeared?

Scanning the surroundings, that layer of white light had long since dissipated completely; has the seal been broken? …………………………

In a flash, this Feather God Tribe member quickly arrived on the deck of the celestial vessel, and at first sight saw his companion already not in human shape.

That companion, tormented by Yun Xiantai and the others into an inhuman state, even this Feather God Tribe member, upon seeing it, was momentarily dazed.

Horrible, truly horrible; even though he considers himself no good, over the years he hasn't refrained from committing those brutal acts.

Yet even so, compared to this companion before him, those were mere petty tricks.

Just how much torment must he have endured?

"Who the hell did this."

Having regained his senses, a furious roar echoed through the court.

Immediately, this Feather God Tribe member rushed forward, took out a silver-white pill; though a flicker of pain crossed his eyes, he still personally fed it to his companion to swallow.

This pill is a unique concoction refined by the Feather God Tribe, not something the Human Race possesses, and there is none like it among humans.

However, as the pill entered his belly, its effect proved indeed potent; not long after, the man slowly regained consciousness.

And the first words upon waking were:

"What's happened to me? Where am I?"

Huh???

Hearing this, the person who had been guarding nearby twitched the corner of his mouth imperceptibly, then darkened his face and asked.

"You ask me, I ask who—what just happened? Where are those Post-Heaven Human Race people? Where did they go?"

Faced with the companion's questioning, this Feather God Tribe member, who had been hacked into a human swine, slowly regained some clarity in his mind, and soon recalled Hong Zun's old face, his teeth involuntarily grinding.

"That old thing, that old thing…………"

"What old thing?"

"I was set up by that old thing; he damned well gave me poisoned wine."

Huh???

After briefly recounting what had happened, the more the arriving Feather God Tribe member listened, the grimmer his expression became.

He had long been unable to curb his anger, thinking, 'Look at all this—what kind of mess is this?'

The Hong Zun mentioned by his companion, he now recalled, had been seen before.

Back then he had warned the other party, saying there was no need to play those fancy tricks with the Human Race, since they were merely expendable anyway.

But the other party didn't listen; later, judging by the tone, it seemed they had even reused that Human Race old man.

Isn't that giving them a chance to secretly harm you?

Relying on his own strength, he thought those petty Human Race tactics were utterly unnecessary to worry about, posing no threat at all.

Yet in the end, wasn't he thrown into chaos by just two cups of wine from someone?

Now the person has fled, and he himself has become this wretched state; looking at his companion gritting his teeth, this Feather God Tribe member also resents his lack of capability—what a fool.

However, the companion paid no attention to his change in expression; after speaking, his inner fury flared even more, wishing he could tear apart that old thing Hong Zun right now.

I will personally tear that old man apart alive.

He shouted angrily and tried to rise, but the next second this Feather God Tribe member felt his legs wouldn't obey.

No, upon looking down, a roar rang out.

"Where are my legs?"

Having just awakened from a coma, still unaware of his situation, and with anger surging, he momentarily neglected himself.

But now, seeing his legs completely gone, this Feather God Tribe member hurriedly examined his body.

Seeing this, he nearly passed out again.

His hands were gone, a kidney had been ripped out, and his lungs had been punctured with several bloody holes.

What's most infuriating is, who shaved his head bald?

And the feathers on his wings were stripped bare.

For a moment, this Feather God Tribe member stood stunned, utterly insane, truly insane—this is something a person could do?

"A scholar may be killed but not humiliated!"

He spat a mouthful of blood from anger, but soon this Feather God Tribe member's face turned cold and grim as he spoke.

"A bunch of despicable villains, do you think this helps? Mere limbs—I can regenerate instantly; you'd better pray you don't fall into my hands, otherwise I'll make you wish for death but unable to die."