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Chapter 4589: 5.0341 In the Land of Misfortune

At the same time, the young man with the sallow face and sunken eyes suddenly trembled and then exploded.

A deafening boom accompanied by a pungent, foul odor filled the air.

The atmosphere was instantly permeated with a rotten, acrid smell, and yellowish powder, like drizzling rain, floated towards everyone.

Duan Yue swept away a whirlwind that reached him with a flick of his sleeve, pulling the little stoic behind him, and gazed over with chilling eyes.

The few of them dodged in time, and their movements were incredibly swift. When Duan Yue spoke out, Feng Chen, Mi Yan, and Feng Changqing had already formed a defensive barrier.

They narrowly avoided the danger, successfully blocking the floating yellow powder three feet away.

Qiao Mu poked her head out from behind Duan Yue and emotionlessly raised a hand.

Blue Spirit Purifying Fire shot forth, but everyone clearly saw that the yellow powder strangely continued to regenerate under the Blue Spirit Purifying Fire.

Hundreds, even thousands, of tiny floating yellow specks still drifted in the air, clearly visible to the naked eye.

Qiao Mu made a decisive move, pulled out the Land of Misfortune, and with a casual swipe, absorbed all the yellow powder into it.

Only then did everyone collectively sigh in relief, though the expressions on their faces remained tense.

"Eight-layered Blue Spirit Purifying Fire couldn't destroy these yellow particles," Duan Yue said with a grave expression. "We have no idea what these things are."

Immortal Venerable Peach Blossom nodded. "It seems Heaven's Will has come up with new tricks again."

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see that the people salvaged from the sea had all shattered, utterly dead.

Qiao Mu's face was cold and stern, tinged with a frosty chill.

She raised her hand and flicked out the Heart of Misfortune. The black orb, shimmering with an inky luster, slowly ascended.

It emitted thousands of black lights, which lingered in the air, gradually forming a black light curtain.

The light curtain swayed, and thousands of dark rays rippled gently like water.

The scene within the Land of Misfortune unfolded like an opened scroll, slowly flowing forth.

On the black light curtain, faint images appeared, moving slowly as figures ran.

Everyone looked on.

They saw figures on the screen, several disciples of the City of Shadows, running wildly across a vast expanse of thick earth, their faces frenzied.

Each one was covered in dirt, scarred, sallow, and utterly disheveled.

It was evident that they had been tormented to near death within the Land of Misfortune during this period and were on the verge of collapsing.

The group of City of Shadows disciples captured into the Heart of Misfortune originally numbered twenty to thirty.

But after this period of "grinding," the Land of Misfortune had completely shattered their hope for life.

The remaining few were likely the strongest among the City of Shadows disciples.

They had survived the longest and struggled for life the longest.

However, after hundreds of battles and tempering in the Land of Misfortune, even the most resolute individuals had their willpower almost completely worn down.

Qiao Mu remained silent, staring at the City of Shadows disciples who were being forced to run frantically forward by the yellowish particles.

"Surrender a wisp of your life soul and submit to me."

One City of Shadows disciple, like a startled bird, looked up, scanning the sky. "Who are you?"

The remaining five surviving City of Shadows disciples, without a single wasted word, immediately offered up a wisp of their life souls, gritted their teeth, and continued to run frantically forward.

Qiao Mu raised her hand, and the five wisps of life souls were immediately collected into her palm.