Divine War Pill Emperor

The Martial Cultivator charging at the very front saw a large pit appear before him, marked with the words "Deadman’s Pit."

He paid it no mind. His eyes were fixed on the silver, glowing coffin resting on a stone platform just beyond the pit.

His heart pounded with excitement, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

’It must be the Ten Directions Calculation.’

’Even if it isn’t, it has to be an incredibly powerful Magical Treasure.’

This time, everyone had come for the Magical Treasure within the Lin Family Ancestral Tomb.

Naturally, there were bound to be many Magical Treasures hidden here.

With a frenzied leap, he shot straight for the coffin.

"Stop!"

"Kill him! Don’t let him get the Magical Treasure!"

Someone behind him roared, unwilling to let the first man claim the Magical Treasure.

He swung his blade viciously at the man in front, and a streak of light flashed through the air.

SPLAT!

The Martial Cultivator who had been charging ahead was instantly sliced in two by a Magical Treasure wielded by several others behind him.

Immediately, the Martial Cultivator’s corpse fell directly into the Deadman’s Pit.

The next moment, a flash of crimson light flared up. The Martial Cultivator’s body, which had fallen into the Deadman’s Pit, immediately started to SIZZLE. In the blink of an eye, the corpse melted into a pool of blood.

The ones who had killed the first Martial Cultivator were all stunned.

They, too, noticed the Deadman’s Pit.

But they thought nothing of it.

SWISH! SWISH!

Several figures launched themselves toward the glowing silver coffin almost simultaneously.

But just as before, other Martial Cultivators behind them roared in fury, refusing to let them get the Magical Treasure.

And so they immediately began to fight.

The light of a Magical Treasure flashed, striking at the Martial Cultivators ahead.

"AHH..."

With a few bloodcurdling screams, several more people were cut down.

But three of them miraculously survived. With eyes red with greed, they roared and charged toward the coffin.

They thought they could easily leap over a mere five-meter pit.

But the next moment, all three of them were shocked.

While their bodies were still over the Deadman’s Pit, a powerful pulling force suddenly erupted from below. An inexhaustible suction gripped them tightly.

It held them suspended in mid-air for a brief moment.

"Dammit, what’s happening?"

"Why have I stopped?"

A five-meter gap was something any Martial Artist could leap across with ease.

These three Martial Cultivators were all at the Martial Artist level of Cultivation, so it should have been no trouble for them.

But now, something was wrong.

Not only did the suction force from the Deadman’s Pit hold them fast, but it also began to rapidly drag their bodies down into the pit itself.

The color drained from all three of their faces.

They tried to resist the pull, but even when they unleashed all their Cultivation Power, it was completely useless.

In fact, the suction force only pulled them into the Deadman’s Pit faster.

THUMP...

THUMP...

With three muffled thuds, the trio plunged into the Deadman’s Pit.

Even so, the three still thought it was nothing and prepared to leap out of the Deadman’s Pit and race toward the coffin.

However, after they landed in the Deadman’s Pit, the suction force not only didn’t disappear, but actually grew stronger.

At the same time, streaks of crimson light burst forth from beneath their feet.

The crimson light swept over their bodies before the three men had any time to react.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

After the red light passed, the three Martial Artists began to tremble violently.

The next moment, their bodies began to decay, their flesh and blood dissolving like melting ice.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them melted into three pools of blood.

Moreover, the ones who had been knocked in earlier had long since turned into bloody puddles.

Their remains mixed with the blood of the Martial Cultivator who had fallen before them.

This scene left the people chasing from behind completely dumbfounded.

They were overcome with shock and uncertainty.

"What’s going on?"

"It doesn’t look like we hit them. How did they die?" one of them asked in confusion.

But the glow of the Magical Treasure from the coffin ahead was like a beacon, luring the Martial Cultivators forward to their doom, wave after wave.

"Kill! The Magical Treasure is mine!"

"I’ll kill anyone who tries to take it from me!"

Some roared, others shrieked, their eyes bloodshot with greed.

The crowd surged forward from behind.

As two or three thousand people surged into the already narrow passage, those at the front were forced to slow down, while those at the back continued to push forward at full speed.

Amid the shoving and shouting, the crush of people from behind pushed those in front, forcing them involuntarily toward the stone platform where the coffin lay.

Those who couldn’t get out of the way in time were out of luck.

SPLASH! SPLASH!

An untold number of people were pushed into the Deadman’s Pit.

Even the Martial Cultivators who had taken to the air were no exception; they were all caught by the strange, powerful suction from below and dragged into the Deadman’s Pit.

In just a short time, the Deadman’s Pit was already half-full with a pool of blood.

The stench of blood was thick and acrid.

"AHH..."

"Stop pushing...!"

"Gods, there’s been a massacre! People are dying...!"

The crowd descended into panic as they saw those pushed into the Deadman’s Pit melt into puddles of blood without any warning.

Those at the front were terrified.

Even those who still wanted to reach the coffin couldn’t get through.

Terrified of being pushed into the Deadman’s Pit, they gave up and began to fight their way back out.

"Kill!"

"Kill anyone who stands in our way!"

In an instant, the people at the edge of the Deadman’s Pit, mad with terror, began to butcher their way back the way they had come.

Clearly, the Deadman’s Pit was a dead end.

The people at the front, facing mortal danger, tried to retreat, but those behind, still ignorant of the situation, continued to madly surge forward.

With neither side understanding the other’s actions, they furiously began to slaughter one another.

The two groups, front and back, instantly clashed. The battle was horrific.

Unnoticed by anyone, the blood of the slain Martial Cultivators began to pool and flow toward the Deadman’s Pit.

As the blood level in the Deadman’s Pit steadily rose, the entire Lin Family Ancestral Tomb began to vibrate faintly.

But as more and more blood flowed into the pit, the tremors grew more intense.

Jiang Chen and Murong Xiangming, who had entered after the main group, took in the chaos before them.

The two were astounded. "What’s happening? Have they started fighting over the Magical Treasure already?"

Clearly, something like this seemed unlikely.

Besides, powerful Magical Treasures were never so easy to obtain.

"I still haven’t seen any of Lin Ying’s men."

Jiang Chen’s eyes flickered as he scanned the passageway. He could clearly hear that the fighting up ahead was absolutely horrific.

The stench of blood was already thick enough to make one gag.

He voiced his suspicion.

Murong Xiangming frowned slightly.

Her expression was also cold.

Her bashful demeanor was gone, replaced by an aura of killing intent.

"It looks like Lin Ying is definitely behind this," she said.

"I don’t think the Lin Family’s Magical Treasure will be so easy to obtain."

Jiang Chen nodded.

The two factions were still slaughtering each other.

"Stop...!"

Finally, someone amidst the slaughter let out a great roar.

The roar alone demonstrated an incredibly profound level of Cultivation.

Jiang Chen had a feeling. ’The person who shouted has a Cultivation of at least the Martial King Fifth Heaven.’

’A terrifying expert, without a doubt.’

The powerful aura instantly stunned many of the Martial Cultivators.

They all stopped fighting.

A brief moment of calm fell over the chaotic passageway.

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