Those who had been swallowed up did not have Li Dai's good fortune, nor did they possess Lietian's strength. Therefore, the lower-cultivation cultivators fell instantly into the monster's highly corrosive gastric juices and were reduced to piles of white bones without even a chance to scream out loud. Meanwhile, those with higher cultivation levels and numerous magical treasures managed to avoid instant death, but their fate was hardly better. Like mortals tossed into a wok of boiling oil, they let out heart-wrenching screams, their survival instincts crying out for rescue.
When Juezi arrived, this was the terrifying scene that met his eyes. People swept inward by the rolling seawater were thrashing about in the yellowish liquid. It was as if he were looking at a depiction of the Yellow Springs of Hell; fresh white bones floated upon the viscous fluid, and figures whose faces had been corroded beyond recognition looked like malevolent ghosts. Anyone with a weak heart would likely have been frightened out of their wits.
Juezi had a profound firsthand understanding of the liquids inside Lietian's stomach. It was truly a miracle that these people had not died instantly, though seeing how each had already produced their ultimate trump cards to resist, they were clearly no ordinary individuals.
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