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They watched in horror as the figures in the sarcophagus were released one by one. These figures seemed to have forgotten about them and did not kill them. They only wholeheartedly released the figures in the sarcophagus.0

However, everyone knew in their hearts that once all the figures inside the sarcophagus were released, it would be their time of death.

Some people could not take it anymore and rushed towards the exit with a loud roar. They wanted to charge out.

However, their fate was still the same as before. No one could escape anymore, and once again, many people died. The people behind didn't dare to charge anymore, and could only stay where they were in fear.

The remaining people had completely collapsed. They couldn't escape, and they couldn't fight back either. The current atmosphere of death caused them to collapse. They looked at those terrifying silhouettes in despair, and could only hope that they would be spared.

Finally, the seventy-two stone coffins were all released. The seventy-two identical figures, all wearing pitch-black iron armor, only revealed a pair of ice-cold eyes.

Their movements were uniform, they were well-trained, and they were like an army, filled with iron blood. Their cold gazes did not contain the slightest emotion, as if they were born to kill, and their bodies did not contain any signs of life. They did not seem to be alive, as if they were just killing machines.

At this moment, all of them pulled out their huge blades from their back, and faced the people that were still alive. Their eyes were ice-cold, and they released terrifying killing intent.

"Kill!"

A hoarse and low roar came from one of the figures. After which, the seventy-two figures turned into black shadows and charged into the crowd.

A massacre began. Bladelight flashed through the crowd, and then, in a flash, all of the cultivators were torn to shreds.

Even if everyone was resisting, at this moment, how powerless were they to resist? The figures of the cultivators were being torn apart one by one. They were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered; they were extremely weak.

In less than a minute, the seventy-two silhouettes had torn all the cultivators apart.

At the scene, corpses formed mountains of corpses, blood flowed down onto the ground. Broken limbs could be seen everywhere, as well as hell on earth.

The seventy-two figures held onto the dripping blood of the giant blade and moved around the scene. After all the survivors had been taken care of, they put the giant blade back into the scabbard on their backs.

Then, they gathered together and looked at the gate.

After which, the seventy-two silhouettes swiftly entered the passageway. A crisis was about to engulf the entire tomb.

At the same time, after Niu Thirteen and the others entered the hallway, they quickly left. They went back the way they came and arrived at the fork in the road.

There were many paths here, but they didn't know which one they had entered through. As they thought about the terrifying gods of death that followed, their hearts began to feel uneasy.

"Which passage should we take?"

They were standing at the fork in the road, and every fork in the road was exactly the same. They remembered that the fifth passage had entered before, but now they realized that the fifth passage didn't seem to be the same one they had entered. The location seemed to have changed, and they were also extremely shocked.

They turned around to look at the passageway behind them and discovered that it had also changed.

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