The Camp Leader frowned and shouted again, "Where’s the lookout? Stop just drinking, you idiots, the posts need to be manned. What if there’s a damn enemy attack?"
"Camp Leader, you’re joking, who would dare to come..."
"Shut up," the Camp Leader cursed harshly, "damn it, go check if anyone’s slacking off."
The bandit, reluctantly, put down his wine cup and walked out of the camp.
Once he left, he never returned.
A full 30 minutes passed, and the surroundings remained eerily silent.
The Camp Leader sensed that something was wrong.
The originally intoxicated crowd felt a chill in their hearts, sobering up slightly.
"Where are the people?"
The Camp Leader pointed out two more people and ordered, "You two, go check outside."
The two men were unwilling, but faced with the fierce expression of the Camp Leader, they didn’t dare refuse.
They drew their knives, their legs somewhat weak, crouched down, sweating coldly, they cautiously walked out.
Outside, it was pitch black, where one couldn’t see past their fingers.
Suddenly, a scarlet flame sparked.
And then everything returned to darkness.
The boundless darkness swallowed everything, including the lives of those two bandit cultivators. They didn’t even have time to let out a scream before perishing.
The hall shook, an uproar erupted everywhere.
The Camp Leader’s face also changed drastically.
"Who?!"
But in the darkness, no one responded.
At this moment, the hall still had nearly a hundred bandits who drew their swords and formed a line, eyes ferocious, ready for battle.
"Damn it, who the hell is it? Got the guts of a bear!"
Someone cursed angrily, and in the next instant, a fireball shot through, as brutal flames emaciated him, skin and bone alike.
"Fireball!"
"Is it the Fireball Technique?!"
"Whose Fireball Technique is this? How can it be so terrifying?!"
Before the words fell completely, another scarlet fireball flew from the darkness.
This time, the fireball didn’t kill just one person but penetrated straight through three.
The first bandit was incinerated, then the flame passed through his body, the residual power cremating the second bandit, and pierced through the chest of the third bandit before the flames finally dissipated.
The bandits were petrified.
They were terrified of the fireball technique’s power.
Even more terrifying was that, thus far, they still had no idea who was using the fireball technique to kill!
Soon, several more fireballs flew in.
Incredibly fast, incredibly accurate, incredibly vicious, like fiery artillery shells exploding among the crowd, scorching magma reduced the bandits to nothing but bones.
And in the darkness, a fierce and malicious aura of a shadow faintly appeared.
Like the demon from hell, releasing terrifying karmic flames, reaping their lives.
"A ghost...it’s a ghost!"
"If you don’t run, you will die!"
A bandit fell into terror, lost his mind, and immediately screamed sharply, fleeing outward.
His escape caused immediate disorder, inciting panic among the bandits, who scattered and fled.
The Camp Leader instantly grabbed a bandit, snapped his neck, and roared, "No running! Those fleeing the battlefield will die!"
But his threats had no effect.
Compared to being killed by him, clearly dying in "hell’s karmic fire" was even more terrifying.
Nearly a hundred bandits fled like birds and beasts, seeking gaps around the wooden hall to escape.
But suddenly, five-colored lights lit up.
The ground revealed mottled patterns, formations appeared.
Some bandits were sliced into meat by golden light; others were burned to ashes by ground fire; some were drowned alive by water prison; others were buried by quicksand or strangled by vines...
"It’s a formation?!"
"The hall is sealed by formations!"
Fear spread even further.