But their pleas were met only with the cold laughter of those figures.
The leader looked at the cultivators screaming as they fell into the Blood Pool, a cruel smile on his face, seemingly thoroughly enjoying the scene.
He licked his lips, his eyes filled with excitement.
"Scream, scream. The worse the screams, the thicker the resentment, and the better the quality of the Heavenly Demon Pool."
The young disciple also laughed, "These ants, to contribute to the growth of our Black and White Temple, is their honor."
Several disciples of the Black and White Temple laughed heartily, their laughter echoing through the Bone Mountain.
However, the next moment, their smiles froze.
The space ahead rippled, an invisible force instantly enveloping the entire area.
Those tens of thousands of cultivators who were falling into the Blood Pool vanished as if swallowed by something.
Their cries, screams, and sobbing disappeared along with them.
Above the Blood Pool, empty, nothing remained.
