At the start, remove human limitations and start killing!

The factory fell silent immediately.

Eleven pairs of eyes were focused on Kong Fuxian.

Kong Fuxian remained calm and spoke in a low voice, yet every word was clearly audible to everyone.

"The plan is simple."

"Keep looking for cannon fodder."

Kong Fuxian paused for a moment, then began to explain in detail.

"We made contact with each of the various secret martial arts forces, families, and groups, one by one."

"Those who are willing to join my Ten Thousand Immortals Sect will be recruited as peripheral forces."

"I don't want to..."

Kong Fuxian's eyes turned cold.

"Exterminate the entire family."

He spoke of it casually.

For them, life and death were commonplace.

"Then comes our long-term mission."

"Next, we will select suitable locations in each city center."

"Set up the 'Eight Trigrams Blood Sacrifice Formation'."

"Then replicate last night's actions."

"Collect the blood and refine the blood pill."

"In order to enhance the strength of our religion."

After he finished speaking, the crowd reacted in different ways.

Some people rubbed their hands together excitedly.

"Very good."

"Finally, we can refine Blood Pills on a large scale."

"From now on, the speed at which we improve our strength will be several times faster."

Some remained silent, while others seemed lost in thought.

Although he didn't say much, he did express his agreement with the matter.

Actually, it's pretty much the same as usual.

But within it.

However, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties and had a refined demeanor had his brows slightly furrowed.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then spoke.

"Brother Kong."

All eyes turned to him.

The middle-aged man was named Lu Wenyuan, and he was considered one of the more mild-mannered among the Twelve True Disciples.

He carefully considered his words.

"The mission assigned by the cult leader is for us to undermine the official high command and infiltrate the Self-Circulating City."

"So all we need to do is follow the original plan."

"Isn't it unnecessary to kill so many people for alchemy, causing such widespread suffering?"

"How is this any different from the practices of the Demonic Sect?"

The middle-aged man had barely finished speaking.

"Hahaha!"

A bald, burly man standing nearby immediately burst into laughter, his laughter full of sarcasm.

"Lu Wenyuan, are you still dreaming?"

He stepped forward and stared at Lu Wenyuan.

"A bunch of native ants, they're dead, so what? Why bother?"

"If we can provide some assistance before we die, making us stronger, then we can deal with those Divine Mechanists in the Self-Circulation City."

"It's their honor."

Another young woman also spoke coldly.

"The fighting on the front lines is intense, with hundreds of disciples being killed or wounded every day."

"You're still spouting about compassion and righteousness?"

She scoffed.

"That's hilarious."

Lu Wenyuan opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But then, an old man who had been silent spoke slowly.

"Wen Yuan".

The old man was the oldest among them and thus held some prestige.

He looked at Lu Wenyuan, his voice aged but powerful.

"We came here to conquer."

"These natives are not our compatriots."

"It's a resource."

"Like mineral deposits, like rare herbs, like demonic beasts."

The old man's eyes were eerily calm.

"Resources should be used when necessary."

"They don't deserve to be treated as human beings."

Lu Wenyuan remained silent.

He looked around at his fellow disciples.

Some people mocked, some were indifferent, and some were impatient.

But it seems that no one shares the same thoughts as me.

Finally, he sighed. One person's opinion has limited power, and saying more is useless.

He could only shake his head and remain silent.

Someone brought up last night's operation again, their tone tinged with worry.

"Last night's operation resulted in significant casualties for both the Earth Condemnation Bureau and the Sturgeon Group; they must be furious."

"They will definitely gather manpower to clean us up afterward."

"Senior Brother Kong, then we..."

"Don't panic," Kong Fuxian interrupted him.

"In the past, our main task was to test formations, so we mainly relied on stealth."

"Now that the formation is complete, why continue to lie in wait?"

"Let's just go for it, let's confront each other head-on."

He looked around at everyone, his voice filled with arrogance.

"Our cultivation system of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect is comparable only to that of the Divine Mechanists; all others are mere ants, not worth mentioning."

"Furthermore, the sect will send even more disciples to the outer city to assist."

"so……"

Kong Fuxian's eyes were sharp:

"There is no need to fear the Earthly Punishment."

"If we encounter each other, we'll fight."

"We'll kill as many as they have; what's there to worry about or be afraid of?"

"It would be more advantageous for us to create chaos in the entire outer city."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The military strength of this Yi Kingdom is far too weak.

In their eyes, the so-called secret weapons, enhanced humans, and modified humans are nothing but trash.

Only the Divine Mechanists can fight them.

Some of the more belligerents even pumped their fists excitedly after hearing these words.

"It should have been done a long time ago."

"After being held back for so long, I can finally let loose and get things done."

Next, the group discussed some more details.

Each person is responsible for city allocation, resource allocation, and contact information...

An hour later.

End of the meeting.

The group gradually left the factory.

Soon, only Kong Fuxian remained in the factory.

He stood there, the calm on his face gradually fading.

Instead, there was gloom.

He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Chen Yixi's number again.

"The number you dialed is currently switched off..."

A cold, inaudible tone came from the other end of the phone.

Kong Fuxian's eyes turned cold.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind me.

A young man emerged from the shadows.

This man had an ordinary appearance, looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, had a buzz cut, and exuded a fierce aura.

He is Wang Yuan, one of the core disciples, at the Wolf Smoke Realm.

"Senior Brother Kong," Wang Yuan spoke, his voice direct, "Junior Sister Chen is likely in grave danger."

Kong Fuxian turned around.

The phone call went unanswered, and there was no news.

He naturally had his own guesses.

With a sudden exertion of force.

"Snap!"

The phone was crushed to pieces.

Metal fragments and circuit boards slipped from his hands and fell to the ground.

Kong Fuxian's face was gloomy as he spoke in a deep voice.

"We must find Junior Sister Chen."

"I want to see him alive or dead."

"Yes, senior brother." Wang Yuan nodded.

"And then there's Su Han..." Kong Fuxian's face darkened as he mentioned Su Han.

He never imagined that he would be threatened by these natives.

Not only did they obtain the subsequent two cultivation techniques from him.

They are completely untrustworthy.

However, this person cannot be killed directly, after all, he is someone who was able to break through to the Hundred Refinement Realm in such a short time.

This talent is comparable to that of Li Heng'e, who possesses vast resources and a prestigious status.

This person is definitely hiding a big secret; we must get our hands on him.

He looked at Wang Yuan and gave the instructions.

"Wang Yuan, you will personally lead the team and make sure Su Han is brought to me alive."

"clear."

Wang Yuan nodded in agreement and quickly left the factory.