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Chapter 4508: 5.0260 The Prey

"Ah, what is th— Ahhh, ahh!" Several Shadow City disciples, who were the first to be enveloped by the dark light of the Realm of Misfortune, were instantly sucked in by a powerful and irresistible force.

Everyone's jaws dropped as if they would dislocate, their eyes wide like oxen's. Their murmurs of "they're being pulled in, pulled in" quickly escalated into screams of terror, "It's sucking people in! It's sucking people in, sucking people in!"

Yes, it was sucking people in. Out of the hundred or so disciples from Shadow City, twenty or thirty had already been swallowed by the Realm of Misfortune in a single encounter.

"Elders, Elders, help, Elders!"

The several elders of Shadow City were dripping with cold sweat, caught off guard themselves and barely able to resist this undeniable suction.

In their current state, how could they save others?

One of the elders shouted in a deep voice, "Run!"

Run?

What a joke, where could they run to?

Just because this black orb had crashed into the defensive barrier didn't mean these disciples could escape the defensive array set by Mouyang.

This was truly like catching turtles in a jar, catching a whole group at once.

A group of Shadow City disciples scattered like headless flies, clutching their heads.

A daring one drew his saber and slashed at the black orb in the air.

Unfortunately, that slash only hit the shimmering light on the outer layer of the black orb and was completely repelled by a terrifying force.

The disciple couldn't advance an inch, and the tiger's mouth of his sword-wielding hand went numb. After less than three seconds, he heard a series of "clink-clangs," and the long sword immediately shattered into several pieces, falling to the ground.

"Elder, Elder!!" The disciple almost simultaneously burst into tears.

But his harsh crying had not yet spread when he was sucked into the Realm of Misfortune.

Thus, more than half of the unfortunate Shadow City disciples on the scene had now been dragged into the Realm of Misfortune.

The remaining few looked sickly, pressing themselves against the defensive barrier, staring blankly at Master Mouyang, who stood at the center of the array's foundation.

This master was definitely someone who would betray his teammates.

In this situation, he didn't open the defensive barrier to let them escape. Instead, his eyes were bloodshot, glowing with greed, fixed on the black orb suspended in the middle.

"Ahahaha." Mouyang couldn't help but laugh maniacally, muttering to himself, "There truly exists someone in this world who can refine a secret realm."

His eyes, filled with sinister light, looked at Qiao Mu, his gaze suddenly locking onto her.

Before he could unleash any oppressive force, Mouyang felt a heavy power rush from the side, neutralizing his aura.

His eyes, streaked with blood, gradually shifted to the man beside the little stoic.

"Young man, your realm is very unstable," the old man said with a devilish grin, unabashedly scrutinizing Mo Lian up and down.

"Tsk tsk tsk." His cold, triangular eyes stared at Mo Lian for a long time, as if he had found some prey that greatly interested him.

"Good, good, truly good."

"You, young man, must have some secret within your body. Otherwise, at your age, how could you have reached this level?"

"It's just a pity that you were impatient. If you had spent three or two years diligently in seclusion, waiting for your realm to stabilize, this old man truly wouldn't be your match."

"But now..."