Otherworldly Desert Dust

Chapter 121 - 104: Little Yi, As If Facing a Great Enemy

Perhaps, in the previous storm breaths, some strong Douyi Martial Heroes might have survived.

But when the Purple Robed Master showed his true skills by unleashing the Earth Crust Sword Peak, that Earth Crust Sword Peak ignored the cultivation levels of all humans, indiscriminately killing Douyi Martial Heroes!

Whether they were in the Top 100, Top Ten Martial Heroes, or even including the Scorpion Leader, as long as the Earth Crust Sword Peak appeared above them, they were reduced to nothing but ashes!!

There were survivors, indeed there were survivors...

When you step on an ant colony, sure, a few might escape through your fingers, but it means nothing, it just transforms into an endless fear towards the heavens, infecting all of their kind!

Earth Crust Sword Peak, extinguishing human hope.

Such scenes caused countless people globally to faint, crushing the indomitable will that humanity had sustained for tens of thousands of years...

Despair, suffocating despair, the Purple Robed Master was a black god from the heavens, a blood-red sun effortlessly devouring the small human planet, and the rays he revealed turned humans to ash.

Once, people gazed at the starry sky, mesmerized by the billions of splendid stars, believing that finding other cosmic life meant humanity was not alone and proudly displaying human achievements and art.

But the truth always shattered the narrow perceptions of humanity, and the first blow that descended was one that no human mind could accept: the world was virtual, humans were birds in the woods, fish in a tank, and the vast starry sky they saw was but a shadow in a cave.

Next came the true Outer Heaven Guests.

The extraterrestrial beings spoken of for centuries, different from human civilization.

But they felt no joy or friendliness in meeting other life forms, they already knew there was a group of humans raised in a tank, weak, lowly, ignorant, they acted purely by their nature, indifferent to any goodwill or malice.

But their inherent nature, once accidentally intersecting with humanity, spelled misery for the entire human race.

Negotiate??

An ant nest on the move, passing through a human yard...

Strong warrior ants in the lead, intelligent strategist ants negotiating...

When a person saw such an absurd and comical scene, what would they do?

Very simply, step on it.

If one stomp isn’t enough, then a few more.

All armed human forces dying meant killing all Douyi Star Factory members.

It signified that the Nuwa God End would subsequently have no protection, like a person without an immune system walking in a world full of germs and predators, the outcome was predictable.

As for the final option, all humans going extinct, it went without saying.

The Purple Robed Master Xin Feng gave Wu Hen these three choices.

Each one brought a strong sense of suffocation!

What to choose?

How to choose?

He wasn’t even given a question!

Wu Hen looked at the Purple Robed Master Xin Feng, who always bore that profound smile.

His gaze occasionally lingered on the Golden Furnace in his hand.

What the Purple Robed Master was undoubtedly most interested in was the Ying Snake’s Soul.

Now that the Ying Snake’s main body had been suppressed, trampled underfoot, this wisp of True Soul was the essence of Ying Snake, and his purpose here was for this; the appearance of humans was merely an accident.

So would respectfully handing over this furnace interest him?

Impossible, impossible.

He said, this thing originally belonged to him.

Moreover, if he were truly eager, he wouldn’t need to go through the effort of slaughtering Douyi Star Factory strongmen; he could take it directly from his hand...

There was only one reason he didn’t do so. Explore stories at empire

He had a tiny bit of interest, casually toying with a little ant in his spare time, seeing what it intended to do in his yard, even if it stole a tiny crumb, he didn’t care, it was purely an observation habit loved by high-dimensional beings.

High-dimensional beings or not, lowly beings or otherwise, none liked a static, unchanging world.

"After knowing that I came from Nuwa God End, you became a bit interested, wanting to see the final outcome of my disciples and me, a sheep with ambition blended into a pack of wolves, you wanted to know if the sheep would be quickly exposed then torn apart, or if it would survive in the cracks to the end." Wu Hen gave his answer.Nôv(el)B\\jnn