At this thought, an idea struck Feng Jinchuan.

’If I could get my hands on her methods, perhaps the Feng Family could leave this place even sooner.’

Song Wanning saw every bit of the calculation in his eyes.

She sneered inwardly. ’Feng Jinchuan is truly a master of scheming, willing to do anything to achieve his goals.’

"How we got in here isn’t important. What you need to know is that your Feng Family is in for it."

Song Wanning gave a mocking smile and wasted no more words. With a flick of her finger, a streak of light shot into the array.

The once-calm array instantly began to boil, like water hitting a pan of hot oil. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"This is bad!"

Wulan shouted, "Everyone, be careful of this evil array!"

To them, the origin of this evil array was a mystery. Having never encountered it before, they had no idea of its power.

But seeing Song Wanning’s confident expression, they knew this array was anything but ordinary.

"Everyone, stick together and face the enemy as one!"

At Feng Jinchuan’s command, the elders immediately stood back-to-back in a defensive formation to face the array together.

Song Wanning crossed her arms, watching coldly from the outside.

Beside her, Bai Yang stood as still as a statue, not having said a single word.

’But he was filled with questions. He didn’t understand how these people knew of the Song Family, nor did he grasp his master’s purpose in bringing him here. The entire time, he had done nothing but hide in a cave and act as a backdrop. He couldn’t help with anything. Now that the evil array was active, a thin layer of sweat slicked his palms. Using an evil array to harm others was the work of an Evil Cultivator. Master’s actions were incredibly risky... Thankfully, this is a Secluded Land. If word of this got out, I’m afraid Master would no longer have a place in the Cultivation World. I have to keep her secret, no matter what.’

As he mulled this over, the array began to change. The previously boiling formation suddenly stirred up a violent gale.

A bizarre wind kicked up, howling as it swept past them.

A chill seized their hearts. A shocking coldness rose from the soles of their feet, and they all shivered in unison.

Suddenly, the wind howled around them as wisps of thick black smoke rose and coiled toward the group.

Their expressions changed. One by one, they took out their Magical Treasures and launched a counterattack. Their faces were grim, their strikes fast and ruthless.

But a closer look would reveal that once they were inside the array, the power of their attacks was drastically reduced. Though they used the same techniques as before, the force they produced was pitifully weak.

Compared to the howling gale, their efforts felt as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree.

Their hearts sank as a sense of foreboding washed over them. While desperately fighting back, they cried out, "Clan Leader, what do we do now? This array is so bizarre!!!"

"Yes, I have a terrible feeling about this, like disaster is about to strike! Clan Leader, you have to think of something!"

"This array is weakening our power! It’s too sinister! I’m no stronger than a Nascent Soul Cultivator right now!"

"Clan Leader, say something!"

Feng Jinchuan had always been their backbone. They were used to following his orders and were now counting on him to come up with a plan.

Feng Jinchuan’s expression was icy. ’Wasn’t he just as anxious as they were?’

’But the situation was critical. What good could he do?’

He didn’t speak, only continuing to counterattack in silence. Seeing this, the others understood. The last sliver of hope in their hearts vanished.

All they could do was fight back with even greater desperation.

However, the array soon changed again. Within the swirling black smoke, specks of red dust began to appear.

Wulan was careless and let a wisp of black smoke get too close. The moment the red dust mixed within it touched his body, it instantly burned a terrifying hole through him.

His expensive vestment robe dissolved, sloughing off to the ground as a foul-smelling, charred sludge.

The hole in his arm spread rapidly in all directions, like a growing vine.

In the span of a single breath, half of his arm was stripped down to bare, white bone.

"AHH!"

Wulan cried out in pain. He looked at his forearm in horror, only to see that the hole wasn’t stopping, still eating its way outward.

He gritted his teeth and swung his sword, severing the arm.

The arm tumbled to the ground and was completely corroded in the blink of an eye, leaving only a single bone lying forlornly on the dirt.

Wulan’s pupils contracted violently, his eyes filled with terror.

’What in the world is this smoke?’

’It’s so overwhelmingly destructive!!!!!’

Before Wulan could even process what had happened, more red-laced black smoke swirled toward him.

His figure flickered as he tried to dodge.

But a head formed of black smoke suddenly shot up from behind him, its mouth wide open as it lunged to bite him.

The great mouth materialized in the air like an abyssal maw and swallowed Wulan whole.

"Wulan!!!!"

The others witnessed this and were horrified. Their first instinct was to rush forward and help.

But in the next second, they froze, their faces masks of shock and terror.

The great mouth spat Wulan out.

But what it spat out was nothing more than a skeleton.

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it was Wulan!

"WULAN!!!!!"

Their eyes were bloodshot, practically splitting with rage. They wished for nothing more than to charge forward and perish along with that great mouth.

But reason kept them rooted to the spot, their legs feeling as if they were welded to the ground.

Feng Jinchuan had witnessed it all as well. A red glint appeared in his eyes, and an infinite killing intent enveloped him. He looked like a demon from hell as he glared death at Song Wanning outside the array.

Song Wanning shrugged innocently. "Why are you glaring at me?"

"This is just the appetizer."

She curled her lip, her gaze defiant and unafraid.

’In my past life, the Feng Family plotted to have my entire Song Family massacred. And now they can’t even handle me collecting a little interest?’

’Their lives are lives, but other people’s lives aren’t?’

’Heh.’

Feng Jinchuan silently clenched his fists. Something suddenly approached from behind, and his body blurred into an afterimage as he narrowly dodged it.

"Tsk. You should focus on surviving first. Don’t go blaming me for distracting you."

Song Wanning crossed her arms, looking utterly at ease.

"Bitch! You bitch!"

"When we get out of here, we’ll give you a death by a thousand cuts!!!!"

"And your Song Family! We’ll chop them all up and feed them to the dogs! Not a single one will live!!!!"

The elders’ composure shattered.

They finally understood just how powerful this array was.

So much for a Divinity Transformation cultivator, the strongest in the Lower World... swallowed in a single bite, without even his Nascent Soul escaping.

Before this evil array, they were nothing.

Today, it seemed, they were really going to die here.

As the group was overwhelmed with grief and indignation, the smile on Song Wanning’s face faded.

The scene of the Song Family disciples being slaughtered in her past life flashed before her eyes again. She closed them, wiping away the sea of red in her vision.

When she opened them again, the killing intent in her heart was even stronger.

So, she lifted the corner of her lips and, under the hateful glares of the crowd, shot out another streak of light.