Chapter 1123

Lu Gang looked and looked again, truly unable to figure out why he was up in the high sky—clearly there was nothing beneath his feet, yet he simply wasn't falling.

"My name is Fang Yu, the… First Vice Sect Master of Yuhua Sect. After cultivating for many years I came down from the mountain, and I never expected the human world to have already become such a sight. Truly, 'a day in the cave, a thousand years in the world.' These birds and beasts have actually challenged the status of our human race, and so many of our human kind have died beneath the claws of these birds and beasts."

Fang Yu's gaze swept toward the town below. This town had originally been a human dwelling, but now it was entirely occupied by endless rats. The rats that had surged up from underground launched a frenzied slaughter against the human martial artists who entered the town, as if determined not to let a single person escape.

But at the outskirts of the town, many human martial artists were luckier and could flee at far greater speed.

Within the range of his divine sense, at the outskirts of the town, some human martial artists were fleeing in panic. Some simply tossed away their weapons—battle blades, shields, everything was thrown aside—to lighten their load and make their escape faster.

But those rat beasts pursued relentlessly, charging out from the town's edge to cut down every human martial artist.

"Damn!"

"Where are our human reinforcements!"

"If they don't come now, we're really dead this time."

Fang Yu could even hear several martial artists cursing as they ran, accelerating while they swore, desperately pushing their potential to widen the gap between themselves and the rat tide behind them. They knew that if they slowed even one step and fell into the rat tide, they were basically done for.

"Damn it, I can't run anymore."

"Me neither."

"We've already run three hundred li, and these damned rats are still chasing. Do they really have to eat this young master's flesh before they'll stop? Just you wait!"

"Where is our army? If they don't move out now, we're finished."

"Damn it, how is that kid running so fast? Wait for us!"

Many spoken words and unspoken thoughts were all within the range of Fang Yu's divine sense. As one who had cultivated the Great Soul Art of the Three Thousand Great Daos, Fang Yu could even intercept others' unspoken thoughts and know the deepest desires in every person's heart.

He saw quite a few fleeing human martial artists, and also some who were still resisting. With a great hand, he reached out—Three Thousand Great Daos, Great Soul Art, Soul Harvest!

Fang Yu unleashed the Great Soul Art of the Three Thousand Great Daos in this world—Soul Harvest. That great hand reached out and grabbed, and in an instant, over a million rat beasts all froze in place at that moment. Tiny wisps of spiritual consciousness flew out from their bodies, and then their entire frames withered and collapsed.

A full million-plus rat beasts had their souls ripped away by him in that single strike, and so they all perished.

And it wasn't just over a million rat beasts.

The moment this great hand of Fang Yu's appeared, it covered a vast area.

In places even farther away, a few humans who had just stepped into the martial artist realm saw the tens of thousands of rat beasts that had been madly hunting them suddenly lose all vitality and collapse on the great road.

"What happened?"

"Those damned rats are really dead?"

"Could it be that our humans' super weapons have finally acted, using infrasound weapons? Why can't I see any of our planes or warships?"

The few men and women who had just advanced to the martial artist realm, seeing such a scene, were both curious and overjoyed.

But in the end, joy occupied the vast majority of their feelings.

"These damned rats were chasing us so closely. We can finally survive."

"Yeah, running three hundred li—even as a martial artist I couldn't handle that distance."

"I wonder if anyone in the town survived."

The gazes of these martial artists turned back the way they had come, and they all shook their heads.

This rat tide was simply too terrifying; it was likely no human in the town had survived.

And what they had to do was not grieve, but to keep on living.

"The Great Soul Art of the Three Thousand Great Daos, used here, really does have the feel of a demonic art among demonic arts."

In the center of the town, Fang Yu also shook his head.