Chapter 1913: Is There Only Despair Left in 2012?

An invisible force fluctuated and solidified, like a giant prison cage, imprisoning the entire Huayu City within.

The fire arrows cascading down and the wind blade stone rain, all froze midair, resembling icicles hanging upside down in the severe winter, yet displaying brilliant and varied colors, creating a mysterious and magnificent scene. At that moment, however, this beautiful scenery felt so eerie, who would have the heart to admire it?

Priests leaping forward stood rigidly in midair, the divine arts they had just unleashed crystallized upon their longswords, as if barely connected by a thread. The guards and the Mu family’s warriors, filled with high spirits of battle, also seemed petrified, unable to move, gripping their weapon hilts, veins bulging on their faces, drenched in cold sweat.

The tens of thousands of citizens behind them seemed to be choked by an invisible giant hand, their faces ashen, eyes bulging, throats emitting hoarse gasps, making their final struggle for survival.

Helplessness and fear seemed to fill everyone’s heart.

Know that regardless of the power gap, a priest can easily break the opponent’s divine arts. But such complete imprisonment not only of the opponents but also their divine arts—none had ever seen or even heard of such a situation. They wouldn’t have imagined experiencing it themselves.

Only those within the scene know how terrifying it feels to be enveloped and imprisoned by the infinite pressure, as if the body detached from the soul’s restrictions, as if both time and space had completely stopped.

Most terrifying is that not only one priest was imprisoned but dozens of priests, dozens of temple guards, hundreds of Mu clan members skilled in martial arts, and even tens of thousands of citizens. Even considering the power gap, the result was utterly beyond everyone’s understanding.

This, what kind of horrifying strength is this!

Gazing at Demon Emperor Zhan Yuan’s indifferent and relentless visage, almost everyone was overwhelmed by feelings of powerlessness and helplessness.

"The one you want to kill is me, spare them!" Looking at the pained expression on Sikong Qinglan’s face, Han Yan’s heart twisted like a knife. She almost expended all her strength to take a breath and spoke to Zhan Yuan.

Although before she arrived, the Huayu Temple was already at the brink of life and death, although before arriving at Huayu City, these townspeople were displaced and living precariously. But no matter what, at that time, they still had hope for survival. But now, facing a formidable opponent like Zhan Yuan, they had no chance of surviving, and all of this was because of her.

To a strong being like Demon Emperor Zhan Yuan, these people are like ants; who would waste energy on a group of ants?

"Do you know how much effort I expended to control those bandits right under the temple’s nose? I didn’t spare even them, so why would I spare these lowly people?" Zhan Yuan said with a cold smile.

"They...turns out they were yours!" Although Han Yan had guessed from the path of Mo Jiu’s arrow that he was related to Zhan Yuan, and had suspected that the one controlling these bandits secretly was him, hearing the words admitted from his mouth still left Han Yan somewhat surprised.

These were thousands of lives, all his subordinates, yet he acted without a hint of hesitation or emotion.

"Those who dare to challenge the dignity of the Demon Emperor will be killed without mercy!" The young man behind Zhan Yuan spoke with fanatical devotion, like a loyal disciple.

Han Yan understood that Zhan Yuan mercilessly slaughtered those bandits solely because they attempted to attack him when they rushed out of the city gates. Her mind once again conjured images of fiery destruction and rivers of blood. Conceivably, the legendary Divine Martial Realm, commonly referred to as the Divine World, is a world where the strong prey on the weak. To the strong, the weak are perhaps even less than ants, and those who dare offend their dignity, enemy or ally, meet one inevitable fate—death!

From afar, the priests and citizens trapped in imprisonment all showed expressions of despair, for if he wouldn’t spare even his own, how could he possibly spare them!

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