Slaughter
After sealing the exit Mu Yu came through, he proceeded from top to bottom of the burrow, shooting branches into each hole, which was the size of a cavern and sheltered numerous members, to kill those inside and harvest their soul. He slaughtered over ten thousand members and mutilated the stone walls. He snapped the bridges constructed from bones to cross from side to side in the burrow, repulsed with the thought of how many people they killed to construct the bridges.
Initially, Mu Yu considered killing Gui Buyu, the strongest member present, first. He changed his mind when he decided he had to destroy everything in order to do justice to his extermination plan.
Gui Buyu, dressed in red, guided the disciples who still had their twins to escape further down as Mu Yu razed the burrow, remarking under his breath, “How did he get in?”
“Elder Gui Buyu, what should we do? All of our Ascension Realm elders are out, and nobody in the sect can match him,” inquired a Body Synthesis Realm Eighth Layer cultivator.
“Ah, we need to guard Gates to Hell! We must keep Eighteen Layers of Hell safe!”
I wonder what this Eighteen Layers of Hell is, Mu Yu inwardly said.
The farther down the burrow, the fewer the number of holes existed. There were no more holes beyond ten kilometres down, having said that. In contrast, the yin qi intensified proportionately. The base was not solid ground but freezing, rancid black water that flowed identically to a river, albeit with mist drifting atop the water surface.
The green ghost flames on the black walls were barely enough to get a visual of the vicinity. It took a while for Mu Yu to recognise the small island – large enough to fit over a hundred people if they stood – at the centre of the body of black water was built from human skulls. Parked at the shore was a black and red sailing boat also constructed using human skulls.
Are the flames in the skulls’ eye sockets supposed to be scary? Why didn’t they just fly over to the island?
Mu Yu cast an illusory formation, spawning another Shadow Splitter Sword in the ghost mist above to go on a mass murder. The point was to bamboozle those on the island into believing the two hundred on the sailing boat that he was still busy up there. He then concealed himself in a formation to creep up on them.
“He’s busy at the top. We need to get to Gates to Hell now!” yelled Gui Buyu, guiding the others to send the sailing boat out to the water.
Each sailing ship had an altar the size of a hand basin, where a red energy source flowed systematically on it similarly to circulating blood. Instead of paddling, two disciples would drip blood from their forearm onto the altar, lifting up the mast. Once enough blood was offered, the mast would turn scarlet, and a gust of wind would spur the ship onward.
There were over a dozen sailing boats on the island Mu Yu sneaked onto; however, he did not board any as it would have been more than suspicious if a boat steered itself without anyone on board. Plus, it was a waste of blood.
When Mu Yu flew after the seven sailing boats, he felt a massive gravitational force upon positioning himself above the water surface.
What the heck is with this water? I guess they’d have to sail across if flying across is this much of a struggle even for me. Oh, crud, they’re either sailing faster, or I’m losing speed.
Splashes of water rose out of the blue. The droplets of water converted into mini-bag hands that tried to arrest Mu Yu.
“Who’s there?”
Realising he was stuck in an endless game of chase, Mu Yu was compelled to jump onto the rear of the sailing boat trailing in the rear. Luckily for him, his cultivation was superior to the two on board and, therefore, remained under the radar.
“What happened?” Gui Buyu asked.
“Somebody tried to fly across the weak water, but they have disappeared, Elder,” reported a disciple on board.
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