"These scythes contain the souls of cultivators who died by my hand, their grudges and anger enough to devour every living person."
"Even if you are a Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivator, under these scythes, you'll find no place for your corpse to rest!"
Ning Fan's brow furrowed deeply, as the oppressive feeling brought on by these scythes was far stronger than the ghostly shadows encountered earlier.
He had the feeling that if he allowed these scythes to strike him, he would most likely not withstand them.
"So, you've been harvesting countless cultivators in this Secret Realm, and all those damaged Magic Artifacts outside were destroyed as those cultivators fought back."
By now, Ning Fan had finally come to his senses.
This place was indeed a Secret Realm, but not necessarily one with any secret treasures.
The Man in the Black Mist lured a large number of cultivators into the Secret Realm using the pretense of hidden treasures, then killed and devoured them.