The sea of fog below rumbled and pillars of fog shot up into the sky. Killing intent filled the world. In this area, there were 43 platforms that could accommodate cultivators. Each of them had a cultivator standing on it.
Those who were able to occupy a platform by themselves in the first wave, aside from a few extremely lucky cultivators, most of them had high cultivation and acted ruthlessly.
There were even five or six people who were even more cunning. Although they hadn't seen through this place, their cautious nature made them kill any cultivators that tried to snatch a platform from them.
Now that the situation was clear and they knew that they could only survive by standing on a platform by themselves, the eyes of the hundreds of cultivators that didn't have a platform to go to turned red. In order to survive, even if they were brothers, they were going to kill each other.
In an instant, these hundreds of cultivators charged at the four Shi San platforms like crazy!
Amidst the chaos, Wang Lin didn't have time to check which cultivators occupied the remaining 42 platforms. His hands formed a seal and a barrier formed to stop the more than 10 people that were charging at him.
Among these cultivators, the one with the highest cultivation level was an old man at the fourth Heaven's Blight. The other cultivators' cultivation levels varied, but the weakest was at the late stage of Nirvana Cleanser.
Although their cultivation levels weren't at the peak, at this moment of life and death, they erupted with all their potential. Adding on the fact that there were a lot of them, they all charged at the platform Wang Lin was on.
There was a thunderous bang as the spells of these cultivators landed on the barrier created by Wang Lin. The barrier trembled and began to distort. The cultivators used all their spells and treasures like crazy!
Everything was a race against time!
There was a flash of killing intent in Wang Lin's eyes. He let out a cold snort and his right hand formed a seal. A giant palm print appeared and swept across the area. From afar, the palm print looked like a giant vortex.
Thunderous rumbles echoed as the palmprint swept by. More than half of the cultivators who wanted to rush onto the platform were knocked back by the gust of wind created by the palmprint.
The fog sea roared and a large amount of fog pillars shot into the sky. This included the cultivators outside Wang Lin's platform and the surrounding cultivators that were trying to steal from the other platforms. Dozens of people let out miserable screams as they died to the fog pillars.
The smell of blood filled the air and the miserable screams still echoed. This caused the hundreds of cultivators without the protection of the platforms to become even more crazy. They let out heaven-shaking roars as they charged toward the platforms like crazy.
After some of the cultivators on Wang Lin's side died, there were still nine left. Their eyes were bloodshot as they rushed over. Various treasures appeared on their bodies and they used spells to attack.
There was a flash of coldness in Wang Lin's eyes. He let out a cold snort and stepped forward. In the blink of an eye, he arrived before a middle-aged cultivator. The middle-aged cultivator had a ferocious expression. The moment Wang Lin appeared, he opened his mouth and a small, ghostly sword flew out toward Wang Lin.
This middle-aged cultivator was at the first Heaven's Blight. The moment the ghostly sword flew out, Wang Lin's two fingers were even faster than the flying sword and landed between the middle-aged cultivator's eyebrows.
Origin energy rushed into the middle-aged cultivator's body like crazy. With a bang, the middle-aged cultivator's body collapsed and his origin soul perished.
However, he didn't dissipate but turned into a blood mist that was absorbed by Wang Lin.
All of this happened in a flash. After killing the middle-aged cultivator, Wang Lin took a step to the side and easily dodged the ghostly sword. With one step, he arrived behind a white-haired old man.
He didn't stop and casually waved his left hand. His hand landed on the old man's back. The old man was about to turn around, but his body trembled and collapsed into a blood mist that was absorbed by Wang Lin's left hand.
Wang Lin licked his lips and his body flickered. When he reappeared, he was next to another young cultivator. The young cultivator's face was pale and he retreated without hesitation. His hands formed a seal and he coughed out a mouthful of blood. The blood turned into a giant, blood-colored skull that let out a silent roar and charged toward Wang Lin.
Not only did Wang Lin not dodge, but he charged at the young cultivator. Seeing that the blood-colored skull was about to devour him, Wang Lin's eyes revealed a strange light and he let out a roar!
This roar caused the surrounding fog to rumble and countless cultivators to fight. However, when Wang Lin roared, all the other sounds were suppressed and replaced by a heaven-shaking roar!
The blood-colored skull trembled and seemed to be swept by an irresistible gust of wind. It immediately dissipated. The gust of wind charged at the retreating young cultivator. He had no way to dodge and was swept by the gust of wind. His body turned into a cloud of blood mist like it was made of dust and disappeared.
Three people had been killed in a clean and tidy manner!
However, the slaughter didn't stop. Although the remaining six people had witnessed all of this, they knew that retreating meant death. They had to fight, so they clenched their teeth and charged toward the platform while Wang Lin was floating in the air.
"Reckless fools!"
Wang Lin's words were cold. If the six of them had just left, he wouldn't have killed them. However, the six of them refused to give up. Wang Lin raised his right hand and pointed three times. In an instant, monstrous sword energy appeared. Tens of thousands of strands of sword energy shot out from Wang Lin's right hand. They split into three parts and shot toward the three fastest people.
Among the three, there were two men and one woman. The strands of sword energy were too fast and closed in in the blink of an eye. One of the middle-aged men had a ferocious expression as he bent over in a strange posture. His hands hung down as if they were grabbing at the void. The moment the strands of sword energy closed in, he let out a roar and raised his hands.
Thunderous rumbles echoed and a purple light screen appeared in the air. The middle-aged man raised his hands and turned into a giant light screen to block the strands of sword energy.
Thunderous rumbles echoed and the middle-aged man coughed out blood. He was knocked back and the light screen before him collapsed. The strands of sword energy rushed into his body, causing his body to tremble and then collapse.
There was also the middle-aged woman. Her face was pale and she wanted to dodge. Although her cultivation level wasn't high, she was extremely fast, or else she wouldn't have been able to close in before the others.
She quickly dodged and moved half her body to the side just as the strands of sword energy closed in. Thunderous rumbles echoed and her right shoulder collapsed. She let out a miserable scream, but she avoided death.
The strands of sword energy brushed past her and landed on a ferocious-looking cultivator behind her. That cultivator immediately died.
Among the three, one was dead and one was injured. The last one was the old man at the fourth Heaven's Blight. His hands formed a seal and nine black dragons appeared around him. The dragons roared and rotated rapidly around him. Popping sounds echoed as the sword energy charged at him. The old man retreated like crazy, and as he retreated, his right hand reached toward the side. He grabbed a cultivator beside him and used that cultivator to block in front of him.
The strands of sword energy entered the cultivator's body and tore it apart.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Lin had killed three people, then another three. At this moment, there were only three people left on the platform!
Wang Lin's clothes were snow-white and there was no trace of blood on them. He landed where he was standing and his gaze was like lightning. He looked at the three people and coldly said, "Scram!"
The face of the female cultivator who had lost her right arm was pale. Even though death was terrifying, she felt an even stronger fear here. In her eyes, the white-haired cultivator was like an undefeatable mountain!
She didn't want to die, so she had to retreat and go to the other platforms to steal!
The old man at the fourth Heaven's Blight was also pale and retreated without hesitation. The last person had the weakest cultivation level and wasn't fast, so he was able to avoid Wang Lin's attack. At this moment, he was scared out of his wits and quickly retreated.
Thunderous rumbles echoed as a 10,000 foot fog shot up from a platform in the distance. This caused the six cultivators that had stepped onto the platform to die.
This wasn't the end. The 10,000 foot fog appeared on another platform and destroyed it.
In a short period of time, only 28 of the four Shi San's platforms remained. The hundreds of cultivators that didn't have a platform decreased in number to less than 80 people.
Wang Lin stood on the platform and coldly looked over. No cultivator dared to get close to him. The slaughter from before was enough to shock everyone.
Wang Lin's gaze swept by and he saw the girl from the Sealing Extermination Clan. She occupied a platform and there was a flash of light between her eyebrows. There was a soft light that shrouded the platform. No matter how the surrounding cultivators attacked, the platform only trembled and didn't collapse.
Aside from this girl, there were five other people that caught Wang Lin's attention.
The first person was naturally the woman in white with long hair that reached her hips. She just silently stood there and looked into the distance. Any cultivator that got close to her platform let out a miserable scream before they even stepped onto it. Their eyes were filled with black blood and their bodies were covered in black gas as if they had been poisoned.
There was also a middle-aged cultivator. He was wearing a plain robe, holding a jug of wine in his left hand and a seven-foot-long sword in his right hand. "The ancient saying goes … three cups is a promise, five mountains are light …" The middle-aged cultivator drank a mouthful of wine and casually swung the sword in his right hand. He didn't seem to do anything, but the tip of the sword pierced through the forehead of a cultivator charging at him. When the sword was pulled out, blood sprayed out from the forehead of the dead cultivator and formed the shape of a plum blossom on the platform.
There were more than 10 blood-colored plum blossoms on the platform!
There was another person, a man in purple. He had a gloomy expression and gave off a yin aura. He waved his sleeves and a 10,000 foot fish swam behind him. It brought with it a fishy smell and devoured all the nearby cultivators.
Of the last two people, one was as thin as a pole and was very tall. He wore black and his eyes were closed the entire time. He moved so fast that even Wang Lin couldn't see him clearly. His afterimage was still there, but the surrounding cultivators all let out miserable screams. Every one of them had their origin souls extracted and their bodies fell into the fog below.