811 You Got Me!

"What?"

Harassed by the black venom, the souls of the six Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators were significantly weakened, and their computational ability had hit rock bottom. Besides, they accepted that the Imperium of True Human Beings was a powerful nation from the beginning and, therefore, believed the star child's last statement without being able to judge it at all.

The statement was the straw that broke the camel's back. The souls of the six of them were pressed down and slid toward doom.

In the middle of the black venom, the flickering fire of souls was moaning desperately.

"We are… the last Cultivators?

"So many Sectors have embarked on the cruel, survival-of-the-fittest path?

"We are the only survivors. We are alone in the dark forest!"