Chapter 645: Banished Realm (2/2)

All the humans are huddled together in a field as they feared for their lives and shivered as they held their kin close to their hearts.

The Minotaurs are all going through the village to loot and pillage and capture any more humans that stayed in.

At this moment.

Within a corner of the village where the humans are still trying their best to gather their valuables before they were led to the field, around twenty feet above a house, six people appeared out of nowhere.

They seemed to have horrified expressions as they seemed to have realized something extremely dangerous.

But before they could do anything, they crashed into the house under them and turned it into rubble.

Even though they crashed into that empty house, nobody seemed to have noticed them as the humans are all running towards the field and some of them are trying their best to escape.

Sam stood up a bit groggily as he looked at his group. All of them crashed into this place out of nowhere.

But that is no what bothered them. Even though they fell from twenty feet, all they felt is some pain which would go away easily. The main problem right now is that they couldn't access their spiritual energy.

They felt some extreme resistance as if someone had caught their spiritual cores and not letting the energy out.

Not just that, even their spiritual sense was not working and they failed to call out the hoverboards and even their beasts.

Even Sam lost his composure and the rest of his friends began to panic. Even though the Old beast said that there would be some resistance in the beginning and it will gradually loosen up, he didn't mention it would be this much.

Sam stood up and looked around. All he could see is that everyone is running away. He didn't understand what is happening.

They just sat there and closed their eyes as they tried their best to get their spiritual sense and energy back.

After fifteen minutes are so, they finally felt something and the first thing Sam did is ask them to store their coats in their spatial rings.

They stand out too much when they are with the rest of the humans and they didn't recover most of the energy. Even their spiritual sense is minute and they can at most activate their storages.

Their energy is also minuscule and it can be at most considered the same as an Initiation Cultivator.

If not for the body strength they have which couldn't be sealed, they would probably die easily.

As they circulated their energy, they noticed that the resistance and the seal over their spiritual cores are wearing down and they could feel it increasing.

At this rate, they would have to wait for another week or ten days to recover their energy.

They picked up some clothes that are inside this house and wore them.

As they walked outside to look around, they noticed some large muscular creatures with Ox head running over with clubs in their hands as they commanded all the humans to follow a human who is wearing different clothes from the rest of the humans in the village.

Sam frowned at this. He picked this location because Old beast showed the border between the Dwarven territory and Minatours' territory, but here the first thing he encountered is a Minotaur.

He couldn't sense their energy because of his current state, but from the force of their clubs, he could fairly guess that they are at most in the grand realm. One minotaur looked at the group and screamed.

”Move to the fields. Do you want to die here?”

They felt weird when they looked at the talking Ox heads, but they didn't resist as they followed their instructions and walked towards the fields.

All this while, they didn't speak and only focused on intently listening to the ramblings of these two oxheads.

”This time, the village was easily sacked. We would receive great rewards.”

”Of course, we would, we occupied the city in two hours and our boss even killed thirty dwarves in total. How can we not get rewarded?”

”Yeah, we even rounded up most of the humans, do you know, the village that was sacked three days ago by other squad didn't have good results, not only half of the dwarves escaped, but even half of the humans escaped. We did a lot better compared to them.

But what a pity, so many humans are wasted?”

”Haha, that is why you are called a mud-head. There is no way they could escape. All the surrounding villages of the Dhaka village will be sacked by the next two days, where could they even go? They will end up working for us anyway.”