622 Sorrow Follows Extreme Joy (1/2)

The group of cultivators was full of curses. Even those with good temper also had black faces at this moment.

The stone sculptures on both sides of the bridge were packed together incredibly densely, and none of those Demonic Beasts the sculptures depicted were not peak-level races!

At this time, all of these sculptures had come alive!

Well, it wasn't right to say that they'd come alive; it was the shadows cast from them!

The shadows of these Demonic Beasts moved extremely lively, blocking the crowd's advance.

”This can't be? It's the Blood Tiger!”

”Brother, yours is still fine; look at mine! This is a f*cking Sky Devouring Beast!”

”Is this the test to enter the ruins? We have to fight against these Demonic Beasts?!”

Everyone's faces were black. How were they supposed to fight them?!

The people in the outside world also noticed this development. With a shake of its body, the Demon Venerable transformed into a human.

A black armor brimming with power appeared around the Demon Venerable, covering his body and masking his true appearance.

”This is something that's never happened previously. Could there be an abnormal development within the ruins?” the Demon Venerable mumbled under his breath as his eyes shone.

Everyone else's faces turned serious. From the looks of things, the ruin expedition this time wasn't going to be easy.

They were more concerned about their descendants, and whether they could survive.

Even if the disciples they'd brought along this time weren't the best geniuses, they were only slightly weaker.

Losing a few people wasn't much of a problem to them, but if too many died or were injured, even these large factions would feel it.

Bei Feng's expression was unchanged. He'd provided the resources and the martial techniques. Since he'd chosen this path, he naturally understood the risks.

Without leaving the crowd much time to think, the Demonic Beasts charged forward.

”This is weird… Why are these Demonic Beasts so much weaker than I imagined?”

”These Demonic Beasts are even weaker than us by a small realm!”

The moment they started exchanging blows, everyone was shocked. These were the shadows of peak-level Demonic Beasts, but they were actually much weaker than they'd imagined.

For some unknown reason, they were even one small realm below the crowd in terms of cultivation!

For instance, if a cultivator was at the peak of the Hundred Year realm Fourth Layer, then the Demonic Beast facing him would be a peak Third Layer Hundred Year realm monster!

After discovering this, everyone burst forth with strength as if they'd received a shot of chicken's blood.

”Haha, these Demonic Beasts are rather weak, huh? Watch me kill this one with two blows!” A skinny youth laughed as he charged towards a shadow.

”You only know how to bully these Demonic Beasts a level weaker. If it's within the same realm, they would pummel you until you begin to doubt your life!” A cultivator beside him simply sneered with disdain.

However, being disdainful was one thing, while these Demonic Beasts being one level weaker being a very beneficial thing for him was another.

If the Demonic Beasts were on the same level as everyone, then it would be quite good if even just a handful of people managed to pass this round.

The crowd rubbed their palms with glee, anxious to try.

”Ah! How can it be so strong?!” A wretched scream rang out, the voice seemingly filled with terror. Everyone quickly looked towards the source of the cry.

With that look, everyone's heart chilled!

The crowd only felt a cold chill spreading from the feet, climbing directly to their heads!

That arrogant person who'd said earlier that he would smash the Demonic Beast in front of him in a few blows was, in that moment, caught in the pincers of a large scorpion, unable to move at all!

This scorpion's cultivation was merely at the late stage of the Third Layer of the Hundred Year realm Fourth Layer, while the skinny guy's cultivation was at the Hundred Year realm Fourth Layer!

But the most shocking thing was that this battle between two characters with such an imbalanced level of strength had already reached the crucial stage between life and death in the blink of an eye!

What was even more unbelievable was that the one that was facing death was… the 'stronger' human cultivator!

This scorpion was completely black, and its shiny carapace obviously contained terrifying defensive strength. Its large pincers were huge to a terrifying extent, and were also incomparably sharp!

Its long tail was raised highly in the air, and a few drops of silvery white liquid hung on its tip.

A hair-raisingly scary ghostly face could be seen on its back, seeming exceedingly evil.

At this time, it raised its pincers to its mouth, pushing its defeated prey in.

”Gulp!”

Everyone swallowed their saliva at the same time.

Naturally, it was not from seeing the scorpion eating so deliciously. It was from fright!

This scorpion was already so ferocious. Then, how weak could others' opponents be?

”AH! No way! I am a heaven's chosen! How can I die here?!”

”They're too strong! Is that the difference between us?”

As expected, terrifying screams rang out continuously from the stone bridge. Countless arrogant cultivators had paid the price for underestimating their opponent!

A young genius of a large family stood dumbly on the spot with a large bloody hole on his chest. His face was filled with unwillingness. A moment later, he swayed lightly before collapsing on the ground. A monkey stood behind him, grasping a bloody beating heart in its hand. A look of disdain flashed through its eyes as it sniffed at the heart. However, it still proceeded to swallow the heart.

”Quick! Everyone, we need to work together! We're not a match for these beasts alone!”