Lu Yin's gaze turned cold. Someone had tried to use Astral-3 to lure out Innerverse cultivators, which was a vicious method.
He had not expected Astral-3 to be destroyed. Astral-9's warship had been able to block Elder Autumnfrost's finger, but it had only been one finger. Against the Sixth Mainland's attack, Astral-3's headmaster had barely been able to kill an Imprinter.
Although the ten academies competed with each other, they were still from the same school, so Lu Yin had no reason to ignore them.
"We'll go together," Lu Yin said firmly.
Hai Qiqi did not refuse. Although she was not a student of the Astral Combat Academy, she had heard of its reputation. Now that Astral-3 was being used as bait, she wanted to save them as well.
"Really?
Thank you, senior. "Alfonso was delighted and bowed deeply.
"Don't call me senior in the future. Call me Seventh Bro," Lu Yin said casually.
Alfonso nodded. "Seventh Bro." He felt like he had heard this name somewhere before.
Lu Yin's reputation in the Innerverse had been great, and many people recognized him. Fortunately, he had disguised himself, or else Alfonso would have definitely recognized him.
Half a day after Lu Yin's group left, news of Gui Bing's death reached Granny Sly's ears.
As an Imprinter of the Tong family, Granny Sly enjoyed great treatment, but she only had one disciple, Gui Bing. She had even given the Shadowless Crafty Needle that she had personally made to Gui Bing, which was equivalent to raising him like a son. Now that she had heard the bad news, she was enraged and left the planet to personally avenge Gui Bing.
The Tong family's power was concentrated in the Starfall Sea, and outside of it was the Grand Martial Realm's Galloping Horse Villa's territory.
Granny Sly requested that the Galloping Horse Villa seal off the path to Chaos Flowzone. She believed that Gui Bing would definitely escape there and then head to the Cosmic Sea. No matter how long it would take, she had to find Gui Bing's killer.
Not far from the entrance to the Starfall Sea was a yellow planet that was covered in sand. Hurricanes filled the sky and connected the sky to the earth. The wind speed was extremely high, and the sand was blown by the winds, enough to pierce through a normal person. This planet was not a good place to live.
The people here lived underground, and the entire city was built underground.
This planet was called Lesser Crimson Yellow Planet.
The star's radiance brought about high temperatures.
On the sandy plains of Planet Lesser Crimson Yellow, over a hundred iron pillars stood tall. Each pillar had a person tied to it, and these people were the students and mentors of Astral-3.
There were more than a hundred iron pillars, but only half of the people were still tied to them. The other half had already been executed, and the ground was stained with fresh blood. This blood was not only from the students of Astral-3, but also from the people who had come to save them.
A hundred iron pillars had taken the lives of hundreds of cultivators.
To the Sixth Mainland, occupying the Innerverse was easy, but ruling it was difficult. There were countless cultivators hiding in the Innerverse, and they could make a move at any moment.
Even if one Sixth Mainland cultivator died on a planet, the number of Sixth Mainland cultivators dying every day was still terrifying.
This was also the reason why the Sixth Mainland had been constantly recruiting cultivators to the Innerverse Battlefield; they simply couldn't handle the sheer number of cultivators.
Of course, the Innerverse would be greatly damaged as well. Once they were exposed, they would either die or be severely injured.
It was a battle of attrition.
The iron pillar had already turned red from the high temperature, and the back of the person who was tied to the iron pillar was already charred.
Not only that, but they also had to face hurricanes that could appear at any time, as well as worse weather.
Those who could enter Astral-3 were all geniuses, and each of them had a powerful background. They had never been in such a miserable state before.
On one of the iron pillars, Chilian Daynight's eyes were hazy, and all he could see was yellow. From time to time, gravel would smash into his body, but he was already numb to it.
Even further away, a giant statue stood tall. It depicted a beautiful middle-aged woman with an elegant posture. She looked very beautiful, but it was this woman who had massacred Astral-3, killed the dean, destroyed their warship, and made them live in hell. Her name was Madam Red, and she was the owner of the Sixth Mainland's Galloping Horse Mountain Villa in the Grand Martial Realm. She was a World Imprinter with a power level of over 900,000.
Before the start of this war, even the elders of the Daynight clan had not seen such a terrifying figure. A power level of 900,000 was an unimaginably astronomical figure, and he did not even know if the strongest powerhouse in the Daynight clan had such a high power level.
In the universe that he knew, Madam Red might be a powerhouse second only to a Progenitor.
He slowly turned his head and saw that Cang Shi's skin was cracked, and his blood had dried up.
Many of the students around him were still alive, but they weren't far from death.
It was the same for the mentors.
As a bell chimed in the sky, cultivators rose from the ground one by one to stop the yellow sand and hurricanes from wreaking havoc. One figure after another walked out of the ground and slowly knelt before Madam Red's statue.
This was a routine daily prayer, praying for Madam Red's protection and the Sixth Mainland's protection.
The Sixth Mainland had erected this statue to destroy the dignity of the people of the Innerverse and force them to view the Sixth Mainland as the home of their gods. They would then forcibly establish faith in the Innerverse.
While countless people were praying, one figure after another emerged from the ground and attacked the cultivators of the Sixth Mainland. Some of them flew towards the metal pillar to rescue the students of Astral-3.
The mentors of Astral-3 screamed, "Don't come over! Run! Run!"
"The cultivators of the Innerverse aren't afraid of death!" someone shouted as he rushed to the metal pillar and slashed at the ropes that bound the students. Behind him, a long blade slashed out horizontally. The cultivator hurriedly blocked the attack, but the blade pressed down and broke his weapon. The blade sank three inches into his body, causing blood to flow down the metal pillar.
"You idiots! You're the only ones who know how to resist! The great powers of the Fifth Mainland have long since been removed. Why don't you join us? We'll give you a way out."
"Don't even think about it! I'd rather die than surrender!"
There was a squelch as a head flew through the air and smashed into the ground.
The cultivator from the Sixth Mainland was cold and arrogant. Behind him, the Imprinter made him look like a god.
The people of Astral-3 were furious as they screamed.
The group of people who had tried to rescue the students of Astral-3 were quickly slaughtered. Aside from dyeing the sand red, they were of no use at all.
Underground, a pair of bright eyes opened. It was a young girl with delicate features who had a murderous look in her eyes. She sat cross-legged with a long spear stabbed into the ground beside her, emanating a cold aura.
"Young Master, we've killed another group of people. These cultivators are like locusts, and we can't kill them all no matter how hard we try. They're too stupid."
The girl's tone was cold. "They are indeed stupid. The great powers of the Fifth Mainland had already prepared an escape route the moment we invaded, but they left these unaffiliated cultivators behind to fight us. Regardless of whether they win or lose, they'll still be able to exhaust some of our strength. These people are just cannon fodder."
"If that's the case, then why are we still baiting these unaffiliated cultivators to their deaths?"
"The Realmling once said that a person's heart has a bottom line. Once that line is crossed, there will be nothing left in the heart. There will be no resistance, only submission. Once these unaffiliated cultivators are scared of being killed, they'll eventually submit. We don't have that many people, and if we want to truly rule the Fifth Mainland and plunder their resources, we need some people to work for us."
No matter the time, the people at the bottom were always the ones who suffered the most. They were hot-blooded and unafraid of death, but they lacked the ability to do so.
Planet Lesser Crimson Yellow was not sealed off, and it would not be sealed off. This was the place where the Sixth Mainland had lured the Innerverse's cultivators to their deaths. Not only was it not sealed off, but there was also no surveillance. Anyone who wanted to come was free to do so.
The Sixth Mainland was confident and did not fear anyone coming to save them.
The group that had met up with Alfonso was hidden in a corner of the underground city not too far from the execution ground.
This was Lu Yin's first time seeing an underground city, and he had to admit that it was very novel.
Above his head was not the sky, nor was it the starry sky. Instead, it was a thick foundation that simulated the sky, the birds, and even the weather.
There were no tall buildings in the city, and all of them were short buildings. However, every building was deep underground, as if a normal city had been turned upside down.
Lu Yin had originally thought that the underground city would be shrouded in darkness and oppressive, but now that he saw it, it was not so bad.
"Ten thousand years ago, the conditions on Planet Lesser Crimson Yellow were very harsh. Technology could not be developed, and there were no conditions for cultivation. The people here were just like aboriginals. However, as more and more cultivators used Planet Lesser Crimson Yellow as a transit point, this place gradually developed. The technology that you see here was not developed by Planet Lesser Crimson Yellow itself, but rather by outsiders," Alfonso explained as he led Lu Yin around the city.
Hai Qiqi was puzzled. "You know quite a bit about this place. Are you planning to bury them here?"
Alfonso opened his mouth, but no words came out. He had been choked.
Lu Yin was speechless. Hai Qiqi's venomous tongue was back, and she was always able to choke others. If not for the Sea King's backing, she would have been hung up and beaten long ago.
The living conditions of the people in the underground city were not bad, and they were not as hopeless as Lu Yin had imagined.
The Sixth Mainland's invasion had nothing to do with them. As long as they submitted to the Sixth Mainland and provided them with resources, no one would make things difficult for them. They did not even know that the Innerverse was at war.
In a corner of the city, Alfonso used a secret signal and successfully contacted a group of people.
Hai Qiqi's eyes widened, and she was very curious. Although she was worried about the Sea King's safety, she could clearly sense his power and knew that he was fine.
Most of the people who had contacted Alfonso were Explorers, and there were more than ten of them. There were also a few Cruisers, but unfortunately, none of their rune lines could compare to that soldier from before. Rather than hoping that these people could save Astral-3's students, Lu Yin might as well hope that the Sixth and Fifth Mainlands would make peace.
"Brother Alfonso, didn't you say that Astral Mountain had an Enlighter supporting you?" someone asked. Everyone looked at Lu Yin. Could it be him?
No, he was too young.
Alfonso dejectedly replied, "I'm sorry, but an elder from my sect is dead."
Everyone was shocked, and their expressions turned ugly. They were not stupid, and without the help of an Enlighter, they would not be able to save anyone.
"What happened?
Were you guys discovered? "someone asked.
Alfonso nodded. "It was a soldier."
Someone angrily said, "It's him again! That person is adept at sneak attacks, especially his poison needles. Many of our brothers have died."