Feng Wu received a deep command.

Next, it is estimated that it will not be a problem that can be solved by a few hundred people. No one wants to die, but if they don’t go, they can’t. The order comes from the head. If you don’t go, you will die!

The ropes were thrown down one by one, and the officials went down one by one with a feeling of resignation. Once they went down, they just went down, and there was no more sound!

The first batch of 500 people didn't even take a dip after going down. They died silently. Their corpses fell on the 'formation', covering up part of the 'formation''s light, but in this way, the orb in the center seemed more and more...

dazzling!

"continue"!

Just keep going, another group of 500 people went down like dumplings, and the result was the same, they died if they went down.

However, this group of people are 'luckier', at least there are people at the bottom, and they can die after going down.

The third batch of 500 people, get off and die!

In the fourth batch, because more than a thousand people were already dead below and the ‘formation’ had been covered up by corpses, there were actually more than ten people who were still okay at the end.

More than a dozen people stood on top of the layers of corpses, shouting at the Feng family father and son above:

"Lord Guard, Third Young Master, it's okay."

So far, of the 3,000 people the Feng family and his sons brought to Hongyan Mountain, there are now only six or seven hundred people left! The viciousness and indifference of the Feng family's father and son, and the submissive nature of those people are evident!

"Father, this treasure is a gift from heaven, please ask for it first."

Fengli bowed and said to Feng Wushou beside him.

"Okay, let me go down and see the legendary Shinto artifacts"!

Feng Wushou laughed and said, he didn’t use any rope at all, he stretched out his body and jumped directly!

Although he, Feng Wushou, is an official in Deyang Town, he is also a martial arts master, and even a martial arts master who is about to break through to the warrior realm with nine levels of blood, but no one knows it!

After Fengwu could bear it, Fengli jumped down.

The father and son came to the bottom of the pit and stepped on the corpses on the ground towards the orb in the center.

"A master of Shinto, he is indeed extraordinary. Even so, my father feels numb and tingling all over his body."

Amid the roar, Feng Wushou, whose hair stood on end, said in a deep voice...
Chapter completed!