What exactly happened?

What is going on with the three Grandmasters in the sky?

A mirage?

But the presence is so obvious.

Also, why can't the people in the school evacuate outside, and somehow disappear, but then come back directly?

Even the support team from the Investigation and Arrest Bureau clearly stepped into the school gate, and then vanished.

The school gate is like an invisible teleportation portal.

This is too absurd.

Wu Xianwei even tried it himself once.

As expected.

He confirmed he had left the school gate, but when he looked again, he was still on the playground.

It was just like a ghost story.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Before people could calm down from the chaos, the turf in the center of the playground suddenly opened slowly from both sides.

At this moment, a group of Yangxiang Sect followers dressed in black robes slowly rose from the ground.

Like visitors from hell.

Under the feet of these followers, three rows of bloody captives were kneeling neatly.

They were skin and bones, barely breathing, obviously suffering from prolonged torture.

Under each of their knees, there were struggling bloodstains, shockingly visible.

At this moment, the entire playground plunged into dead silence.

The whole world seemed to have only the rumbling sound of the elevator.

And the large screen hanging at the most prominent spot in Zhiwu switched from the principal's speech to the ferocious face of a black-robed man.

He displayed a sinister smile, like a demon that escaped from hell.

Crack!

Wang Nanguo clenched his fist hard, his heartbeat nearly stopped.

They were the brothers who were captured.

He recognized them.

Though they were all skin and bones and no longer looked human, Wang Nanguo still recognized them at a glance.

All 17 brothers from Renqing Province were still alive.

At this moment, Wang Nanguo's eyes were moist, his whole body trembling.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce the opening of the massacre."

In the big screen, the black-robed man snapped his fingers.

Immediately, four small screens appeared on the big screen.

Inside these four small screens, four evil followers were chanting in a pitch-black room filled with eerie lights as they conducted a dark ritual.

"This teleportation is one of the Divine Artifacts of our Yangxiang Race, the Folding Door.

"On this playground, there is the main door of the Folding Door.

"Once the rituals at the four auxiliary doors are completed, our Yangxiang Race Grandmasters will descend from the sky, and that will be when the massacre begins.

"Our Yangxiang Race will surely take over this beautiful world; you ants are not worthy of possessing this place.

"As for these captives, whatever Yangxiang Sect has promised to execute publicly, it will be done... hahahaha..."

The black-robed man laughed wildly.

At this time, the Commissioner from Fan City also rushed over, dust and all.

But, alas.

He met the same fate as the others; even though he was a Grandmaster, he was still directly teleported to Fengjin Jungle.

The four auxiliary doors were already in place.

The whole Zhiwu had become an isolated world.

The Yangxiang Race used reality to show everyone.

No one can change any of this.

No one can stop the start of the massacre.

...

The conference hall in Southern City was in an uproar.

No one expected things to progress to this extent.

A huge Wuda was instantly enveloped in a strange void, and Grandmasters were about to be teleported from the sky.

But alas, the Divine Land Grandmasters had no way to rescue.

Trouble upon trouble.

In the center of the playground, a massive open elevator was slowly rising with 61 beaten Divine Land Martial Artists kneeling on it, along with many executioner followers.

The scene was a picture of utter despair.

But where are the rooms where the four dark rituals are being held?

The black-robed man made it clear.

Once the rituals in the rooms were complete, those three Grandmasters could descend.

By this time, people had realized.

The target for Yangxiang Sect's massacre was the students of Shen Zhou Martial Arts University.

There were tens of thousands of Wuda students in the conference hall.

If the Yangxiang Sect's followers succeed, the Divine Land would pay with blood.

Some thought further.

If these Wuda students were slaughtered by the Yangxiang Sect, which family in the Divine Land would dare to let their children adventure in the future?

Dying on the battlefield is one thing, as it means dying with no regrets.

But dying in Shen Zhou Martial Arts University, what would that be?

What a humiliation.

Choosing liberal arts might be unambitious.

But at least one can live safely.

Wang Yetao was already frantic.

He kept contacting the command center for the locations of those four ritual points.

Wang Yetao could instantly identify the key to this battle.

If those four ritual points could be destroyed, the playground wouldn't suffer much loss.

After all, there was a Level 5 Director of the Investigation and Arrest Bureau present, and several third-level Teacher Zhiwu, which could at least delay a significant amount of time.

The most feared thing was the descent of the three Grandmasters.

If that happened, even the Director of the Investigation and Arrest Bureau would be easily killed.

At that time, the sky would fall.

Alas.

The command center was powerless, no matter how anxious people got, they couldn't find detailed locations.

The Yangxiang Race was too deeply concealed and too hidden.

...

"Divine Land Military Department, didn't you think you were very arrogant? If you interrupt the ritual, you can stop all of this, then stop it, I'm waiting for you!

"Time is running out, don't expose your incompetence!"

In the video, Hei Chen continued to sneer.

...

"Trash.

"All of them are trash."

Wang Yetao cursed in anger continuously.

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