I have a city in another world

Feng Jiu Kui hid in the shadows, observing with an attack jade talisman in his hand. The icy touch couldn't suppress the anxiety surging in his heart.

From the moment he stepped into this death arena, he believed he had stayed true to himself, knowing when to stop and never being greedy.

In his view, this competition led by the demon god is ultimately an exchange of interests. As long as one stays true to oneself and restrains greed, one can reap the benefits and then retreat unscathed, gaining both opportunity and safety.

But when he saw that Tang Zhen had given up his fatal blow and spared the red-faced cultivator's life, he was struck dumb.

He suddenly realized that all his "beliefs" were nothing but illusions woven by demons.

Who can prove that the Demon God will truly deliver on the reward?
Who can guarantee that a competitor will leave unscathed after winning a prize?

From beginning to end, there was no contract as proof, no promise as evidence. Those thoughts about "getting a chance by being on the list" and "being able to survive to the end" were nothing more than bait planted by the demon god through invisible hints.

The vast majority of participants, like moths drawn to a flame, were blinded by greed and completely unaware that they had already stepped into a deadly trap.

Feng Jiu Kui thought he had been extremely cautious and proceeded step by step, but he still couldn't escape being schemed against.

The state of the red-faced sacrificers indicates that as long as they are listed, they will be locked onto by the divine sense of the demon god, and the invisible demonic energy will follow the pull of the list and silently erode their body and soul.

At first, it's just a change in aura, but over time it will completely transform into a demon, turning into a monster that has lost its mind.

Like the red-faced monks, they only knew how to kill and sacrifice.

As long as the red-faced cultivator is killed, he can directly replace him and enter the top ten of the list.

However, at the same time, the demonic energy accumulated in the opponent's body will be transferred to the killer.

Tang Zhen had already seen through all of this, so he would rather give up the easily attainable ranking than be tainted by any demonic energy.

They remained outside the rankings, observing this farce with detached indifference.

"Damn it!" Feng Jiu Kui clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging into his palm and drawing blood.

A strong sense of regret welled up in his heart. If he had seen through this trick earlier, he would never have made it onto the list so easily. He could have waited until the last moment to seize the opportunity.

In the end, however, he could not resist the temptation offered by the demon god.

The ranking on the list is like a brand, nailing him firmly to the gaze of the demon god. The wisps of demonic energy surrounding him are like a bone-deep infection, making him feel cold all over.

He could clearly feel the demonic energy flowing through his meridians, attempting to alter his spiritual power attributes. There was even a faint roar coming from the depths of his soul, as if another consciousness wanted to break out of his body.

He dared not imagine what would happen to him if he were to truly become a red-faced monster.

Even though his level of transformation was not as severe as those who sacrificed themselves due to his cultivation and ranking, he could never accept the fate of losing his mind and becoming prey for others.

"what should I do?"

Feng Jiu Kui's mind was in turmoil, countless thoughts intertwined and collided in his mind, but he could not find a way to break the deadlock.

Just as he was on the verge of despair, Tang Zhen's solitary figure flashed through his mind once again.

Perhaps, following Tang Zhen is the only way to survive?
Even now, it is impossible to see through Tang Zhen's true strength, as he remains shrouded in mystery.

He possessed neither immense spiritual power nor a formidable aura, yet his calm understanding of the overall situation and his swift and decisive execution of the red-faced cultivator were beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.

Following such a strong person certainly involves taking on unknown risks, but compared to sitting idly by and gradually becoming alienated, it undoubtedly offers a greater chance of survival.

Having made up his mind, Feng Jiu Kui no longer hesitated. He concealed his aura and silently followed behind Tang Zhen, heading towards the inner city.

But they had only walked less than a hundred feet when the earth suddenly trembled violently, and a blinding light curtain suddenly appeared on the edge of the city.

Like a curtain falling from the sky, it enveloped the entire arena.

The light barrier radiated a scorching heat, converging towards the center at a visible speed. Wherever it passed, the ground sizzled, and vegetation withered and carbonized instantly. Feng Jiu Kui's pupils shrank sharply as a deadly sense of oppression spread from the light barrier, as if an invisible giant hand was about to crush the entire city.

A warning suddenly rang in his mind, a survival instinct stemming from a cultivator: he had to get away from the light barrier immediately, or he would surely die!

Not far away, several seriously injured competitors collapsed to the ground, their eyes filled with despair as they watched the rapidly approaching light screen.

They tried to use their spiritual power to escape, but their injuries were too severe to allow them to walk, and they could only watch helplessly as the light screen swallowed them up.

The moment the light barrier touched their bodies, raging flames suddenly ignited. These were not ordinary flames, but demonic flames containing an aura of destruction, which instantly incinerated their physical bodies.

The piercing screams echoed through the heavens and earth, but only lasted for a few breaths before falling silent, leaving behind only a pile of charred remains, emitting a pungent odor.

The cultivators who were watching from a distance were all terrified and their faces turned pale.

The light curtain is far more terrifying than imagined; once touched, one will be reduced to ashes.

As the light curtain continued to shrink, the escape route was completely cut off, and everyone was forced to move towards the center of the city, eventually converging in the inner city area.

This is no arena; it's a giant cage, and these competitors are the prey inside.

When a group of cultivators with ulterior motives and unique skills are forcibly gathered together, what kind of bloody storm will they stir up?
Just thinking about it sends chills down your spine.

Feng Jiu Kui followed closely behind Tang Zhen, quickening his pace as he sped toward the inner city.

Along the way, more and more cultivators were forced to gather, and the quiet streets became lively.

The moment they met, no words were needed; their eyes met and a murderous intent was already revealed.

In the struggle for living space and to seize a more advantageous position, fierce battles erupted instantly.

Swords flashed, magical artifacts flew, and screams and the clash of weapons rose and fell.

Someone made a sudden attack, sneaking up on the cultivator next to them, just to steal the healing pills from the other person's body.

Some people form temporary alliances to jointly resist powerful enemies, but they are secretly on guard and ready to stab each other in the back at any time.

An even more insane situation occurred: as the light curtain contracted, radiance continuously emerged from the ground, and all sorts of rare and precious materials broke through the soil.

Thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, ten-thousand-year-old chalcedony, spirit stone veins containing pure spiritual power, and even broken magic treasures of ancient cultivators.

These randomly appearing rewards were like pouring hot oil into a raging fire, completely igniting everyone's greed.

For a single Ganoderma lucidum, cultivators fought fiercely, ultimately perishing together; for a piece of jade marrow, an alliance formed by several people instantly crumbled, with them killing each other.

The already brutal fighting became even more bloody and cruel due to the appearance of these rare and precious treasures.

Some people tried to defend themselves from the attacks around them while attempting to seize the treasures, but ended up being overwhelmed and hacked to death; others took advantage of the chaos to reap the benefits, only to be ambushed by another lurking cultivator the moment they turned around.

Time passed slowly, and the light curtain contracted faster and faster, like a death knell, constantly compressing everyone's living space.

The outer city area had long been completely enveloped by the light barrier, and all the cultivators who failed to evacuate in time were reduced to ashes.

The remaining competitors were all driven to the inner city, and the core area of ​​the city has now become a veritable battlefield.

In the central area of ​​the inner city, a towering altar is faintly visible, where the aura of the demon god is most intense.

The light curtain continued to shrink, and soon everyone would be gathered under the altar.

The bloodiest and most brutal moment is about to begin. (End of Chapter)