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Chapter 1149: Open Your Eyes Wide and See Clearly

The barrier within the side hall was quite large, exhibiting a blood-red color, characteristic of the Demon Cult. However, due to its ability to obstruct vision, it was impossible to discern what lay hidden inside this barrier.

Everyone's gaze was, at this moment, drawn entirely to this barrier. Under their collective scrutiny, the cracked barrier could no longer hold. With a crisp 'crack,' it shattered, and everything previously concealed within was laid bare, fully appearing before their eyes.

What greeted their eyes were thick, eerie pillars, identical in width, height, and shape. They stood straight and tall in this area, like a small grove of trees.

The pillars resembled human spinal columns, appearing dark red, with some sections even blackened. This coloration did not seem to be the pillars' natural hue; rather, it looked as if prolonged saturation by large quantities of fresh blood had altered their original color, transforming them into their current gruesome state.

Carved into the shafts of these pillars were numerous runes and patterns. The runes were twisted and profoundly arcane, while the patterns depicted scenes of gore and violence, even more nauseating and cruel than those etched into the walls of the Ancient Demon Palace.

However, what truly struck them as eerie was neither these runes and patterns nor the strange shape of the pillars. The truly unsettling aspect lay at the very top of each pillar.

At the apex of every pillar rested a woman's head. The heads were disheveled, some appearing bloody and terrifying, others contorted in agony and ferocity.

These heads were not actual human heads, but rather creations that had been crafted and refined. Whether their horrifying expressions were purely imagined or meticulously molded from the visages of living individuals remained unknown.

These individuals hung suspended within the women's mouths, their heads not touching the top, their feet not reaching the ground. What supported their bodies in mid-air was the women's tongues; their bodies were tightly enveloped by the tongues, which not only secured them in place but also prevented any escape.

They were weak in breath, disheveled in appearance, and covered in bloodstains. From this, it was not difficult to see that they had endured immense suffering and considerable torment.

It seemed they had sensed the barrier's rupture, or perhaps the multitude of varying power fluctuations in the area, as these individuals, who had previously hung their heads low, slowly began to raise them.

At this moment, everyone present had their gazes fixated on the figures within the women's mouths; even Yang Haoran, observing from a distance, was no exception.

A portion of the individuals from the various major factions suddenly became agitated. This was because, among the people trapped in the women's mouths, they recognized familiar faces. Even though these individuals were now disheveled and no longer resembled their former selves, their attire and certain distinctive features on their bodies served as undeniable proof of their identities.

As these people slowly raised their heads and their faces became visible to everyone, their identities were immediately confirmed.

"Senior Brother! ! !"

"Vice-Sect Master! ! !"

"Father! ! !"

Excited shouts erupted from various mouths at this moment. Though the subjects of their cries were not the same, the agitation in their hearts was identical. Yet, this agitation had nothing to do with joy; instead, it was brimming with sorrow. No one could feel happy seeing the most important person in their heart reduced to such a plight.

However, their fervent cries received no commensurate response. The controlled individuals within the women's mouths had vacant eyes and sluggish expressions, as if they hadn't heard anyone shouting at them with such raw emotion.

This scene felt like a knife twisting in the hearts of those who had cried out, their emotions consequently becoming even more agitated.

These individuals were none other than the very people who had recently and mysteriously vanished from Gu Mo City, hailing from all the major factions.

"Hahahahaha, well, what do you think? Is this gift I've prepared for you all satisfactory? The fact that you can still see the people you yearn to see is entirely thanks to me. If I hadn't been so magnanimous as to spare their lives, you probably wouldn't even have the chance to glimpse them now."

Wan Wu Yi's laughter rang out, overpowering the shouts of everyone else present. The others ceased their cries and all glared at Wan Wu Yi, their eyes bloodshot, their expressions alight with fury.

Faced with these murderous gazes, Wan Wu Yi showed not the slightest hint of fear; instead, he intensified his arrogance, laughing even more wildly.

"Hahahahaha, the angrier you get, the happier I become. And seeing as you've brought me such joy, I shall bestow upon you a little more gratis benefit."

Snap!

Wan Wu Yi snapped his fingers, and suddenly, the eyes of all the heads flashed with blood-red light. Beams of light appeared before each head, projecting scenes like a cinematic display. The protagonist within each light curtain was precisely the person ensnared by the tongue in that woman's mouth.

The content of the scenes within the light curtains varied, and the protagonists were different, yet one thing remained constant: every protagonist was undergoing various forms of cruel torment.

A litany of negative, agonizing screams – of pain, terror, fury, and unwillingness – continuously erupted from their mouths, echoing through every corner of the Ancient Demon Palace and reverberating for a long time in the air above.

"Open your eyes wide and see clearly. Do not miss a single detail, for only then will you realize how much painstaking effort I expended to torment them. The time I have left for you is not much, hehe, so just try to see as much as you can before you die."

Wan Wu Yi's words caused many to nearly burst into flames with rage. Some of these individuals were straightforward by nature and simply couldn't tolerate such provocation from Wan Wu Yi. Even if they didn't have a deep connection with the trapped individuals, seeing someone from their own faction tormented to such an extent by Wan Wu Yi was unbearable. Furthermore, Wan Wu Yi's words were a direct challenge to them, making it even more unacceptable.

Another portion had deep connections to the trapped individuals. How could they not be enraged, witnessing their own kin and friends suffering such inhuman torment at Wan Wu Yi's hands? 33 <url>

The remaining group, while not having profound emotional ties to the trapped individuals, still belonged to the same faction and had some dealings with them in daily life. Witnessing the plight of those trapped, they couldn't help but feel a sense of shared sorrow, like a fox mourning the death of a rabbit.

Among those trapped were two Saint Servants of the Saint Mother Cult. Xia Xinger, their Saint, witnessed their horrific plight. She, who was usually as calm as still water, finally showed a change. Her brows furrowed slightly, and a flicker of anger appeared in her serene eyes.

In contrast, Zuo Meng, the second-in-command, reacted far more intensely. After merely watching the two Saint Servants' tragic ordeal for a few seconds, she could no longer suppress the fury in her heart. She stepped forward, intending to strike at Wan Wu Yi, but was held back by Xia Xinger's outstretched hand.

"Divine Emissary! This Wan Wu Yi is absolutely despicable! I must kill him! ! !"

Zuo Meng spoke through gritted teeth, every word exuding intense killing intent and towering rage, both naturally directed at Wan Wu Yi.

Zuo Meng's reaction caused Xia Xinger's brows to furrow even deeper.

"Zuo Meng, I hope you haven't forgotten your identity. No matter the circumstances, you must remember that you are a member of the Saint Mother Cult, and you must never forget our Saint Mother Cult's doctrines!"

Xia Xinger's voice was less calm than usual, laced with a greater degree of seriousness. From her reaction, it was clear that her heart was far from peaceful at this moment.

"But. . ."

Zuo Meng wanted to speak and plead, but she was cut off by Xia Xinger's dismissive wave. Zuo Meng dared not say more, only clenching her teeth and falling silent, though her delicate fists audibly cracked and popped from the anger churning within her.

Xia Xinger naturally sensed the rage within Zuo Meng, but she did not continue to rebuke her. Nor did she offer words of persuasion, instead turning her gaze towards the delighted expression on Wan Wu Yi's face.

"Wan Wu Yi, though I don't know why you're doing this, I still wish to advise you: it's not too late to stop now."

As she spoke to Wan Wu Yi, Xia Xinger had already regained her composure. When her words spread, the Saint Servants behind her showed little reaction, but the individuals from other factions present reacted very strongly. Especially those whose hearts were already filled with anger—at this moment, her words instantly intensified the fury within them!