After speaking, Zhu Que flew forward with Yun Shijiu. In just an instant, he grabbed the neck of Wu Shisan, who was using “Air Suspension.”

“Ah… son of a bitch… you…” Wu Shisan immediately reached out, taking the dagger in his hand to stab toward Zhu Que.

But before the knife could pierce Zhu Que’s body, Zhu Que exerted force with his hand. With only a crisp sound, Zhu Que’s hand reached into Wu Shisan’s neck and pulled out something white. Wu Shisan’s entire body collapsed like a deflated ball.

Qian Wu simply couldn’t keep up with Zhu Que’s speed. Before he could even run to Wu Shisan’s front, Wu Shisan had already stopped breathing.

“There are many ways to crush a person.” Zhu Que turned his face to the side, as if speaking to Yun Shijiu behind him. “Next, I’ll let you witness from my perspective how your teammates all die at our hands.”

Yun Shijiu’s gaze swept past Zhu Que’s shoulder to look ahead. The two had already arrived in front of Feng Shiqi, who had “Flash Burst.”

Feng Shiqi looked up with a face full of terror. Before her eyes were the smiling Zhu Que and the despairing Yun Shijiu.

Yun Shijiu’s mouth opened and closed, the shape of his lips saying “run,” but there was no sound at all.

“This is a true ‘Divine Beast’…” Feng Shiba murmured. “I thought after killing Xuanwu, we had already passed the most difficult trial…”

Feng Shiqi’s head flew out in the next moment, and the dazzling light on her body gradually dimmed at this moment.

After landing, her mouth was still trembling, her voice so small that only the earth could hear it:

“…But why is it still so difficult?”

Then it was Cui Shisi with “Shuttle.” She was also beheaded in a situation where she couldn’t resist at all. Her “Shuttle” hadn’t had time to be cast, and Yun Shijiu couldn’t help at all.

Every time, Qian Wu arrived one step later than Zhu Que. Zhu Que seemed to deliberately toy with Qian Wu, making him watch as his team members died one by one.

Qian Wu paused, staring at Zhu Que with a heavy expression, then turned back to ask Su Shan: “Are you certain all the ‘ripples’ are in the mouth?”

Qian Wu nodded, pulling out a signal flare from his waist: “Perhaps there’s one more chance to kill him, before Old Seven returns.”

“Damn it!” When Zhoumo heard Song Qi’s name, her entire body trembled. “Fifth Brother, Old Seven must have run away… his journey couldn’t possibly be this far… even walking he should have arrived! He absolutely…”

“Shut up.” Qian Wu turned his head, looking at Zhoumo with an ice-cold face. “Old Seven has died with me countless times and has never fled. If he truly hasn’t come, you can say he’s dead, but you cannot say he fled.”

“But this time is different…” Zhoumo seemed to have had her conviction shattered by Zhu Que’s ruthless methods, with only desperate thoughts remaining in her heart. “How could anyone choose to attack Zhu Que after killing Xuanwu… no one will come…”

“We all came.” Qian Wu said. “He will too.”

After speaking, Qian Wu held the signal flare in his hand and slowly walked forward a few steps.

The only thing to do now was wait. After all, even if Song Qi really rushed over, it wasn’t certain he could destroy Zhu Que.

Just like how he was clearly standing here but had no way to stop Zhu Que from killing people—the same helplessness.

Ruthless methods, powerful strength, immense conviction.

Each characteristic far exceeded that of the “Cat” members.

Qian Wu put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, then looked up at the flying Zhu Que. At this moment, Zhu Que was flying toward Ning Shiba with “Wild Growth.”

Qian Wu furrowed his brow slightly. What kind of thing right now… could temporarily control Zhu Que’s conviction?

Could it be that “Cat”… was destined to be this helpless?

Just as Zhu Que’s fingers were about to touch Ning Shiba’s neck, his entire figure’s speed slowed, ultimately slowly stopping.

He slowly turned his head back, looking toward the distance with a puzzled expression.

Today was truly too strange…

Quite a few “Human-level Zodiacs” were now removing their masks, deemed to be “fleeing in defeat.”

Segments of images and information began to flash rapidly before his eyes. This was a common method that “Heavenly Snake” set up for “Divine Beasts”—the simplest “Causality” driving “Remote Broadcast.”

Once a “Zodiac” violated the rules, the image would immediately be transmitted to the “Divine Beast.” This efficiency could ensure that every time someone violated the rules, the “Divine Beast” could see the violation site and immediately “Leap” there.

But now the images being transmitted to Zhu Que seemed a bit too many.

First it was three to five people, then over a dozen, and now there were already over thirty “Human-level Zodiacs” who had removed their masks.

“Today has truly opened my eyes…” Zhu Que was slightly stunned, feeling that the current situation was somewhat urgent.

He must immediately deal with all these violators, otherwise once they put on their masks and entered the “Train,” even he might not be able to remember all the violators’ faces.

Just as he was about to temporarily leave this place to first deal with those troublesome small fries, he suddenly discovered that familiar feeling—his feet were once again tightly entangled by vines.

These vines were exceptionally thick this time. He had to bend down and lower his head to clear them.

How should he describe this feeling?

A few mice couldn’t kill you, but they gathered together to watch you.

They wouldn’t let you leave, wouldn’t let you be comfortable—they just watched you.

Now there was even a mouse lying on his back. It couldn’t even bite him—it was just lying there.

Zhu Que felt that these people were going to drive him to distraction. They controlled him but had absolutely no method to kill him.

There was no time to waste now, otherwise Qinglong would definitely blame him for this.

He hadn’t violated any of the rules established by Qinglong for a very long time.

After all, here… you could kill whoever you wanted to kill, torture whoever you wanted to torture. Where else in the real world would there be such a place like heaven?

Even prisons wouldn’t work.

Prisons… what a laughable place. They were clearly filled with heinous people, yet they inexplicably had to follow the prison’s rules.

“This place… reeks just like a prison…” Zhu Que put away his smile, looking at the few remaining people before him with a face ashen as death. “Clearly all criminals… yet they insist on pretending to show the radiance of humanity. I don’t understand.”

Qian Wu couldn’t hear what Zhu Que was muttering to himself at all.

Under Zhu Que’s puzzled gaze, Qian Wu bit the signal flare in his mouth, then stepped forward to grab Zhu Que’s arm.

Zhu Que’s eyes instantly widened. He wanted to forcefully shake Qian Wu off, but discovered that his body had actually lost “Brute Strength” in this instant.

Qian Wu slowly raised his head, letting the signal flare’s high temperature pierce through his throat on the spot.

The magnesium powder and aluminum powder in the signal flare instantly produced temperatures of over a thousand degrees when burning. Qian Wu didn’t care about the pain—he merely controlled his conviction that was about to dissipate due to the high temperature.

Zhu Que’s expression also became turbulent at this moment. Intense, ice-cold pain began to pierce through his throat.

Why, when it was clearly a burn injury… did the sensation feel so ice cold?