Li Yao observed carefully. The hundred 3D light beams were like a hundred glowing buds. Connected by countless complicated threads of light, they slowly condensed into the shape of a spindle. It seemed that they had been distributed according to the actual location of the surveillance cameras on the Nuwa warship.
It meant that the picture at the end of the 'spindle' was exactly what was happening in the engine compartment at the rear of the Nuwa warship.
In such a way, the effect of 'clear picture' could be achieved as much as possible.
Li Yao looked at the few pictures at the periphery of the 'spindle' that were covered in whiteness first.
They were the real-time updates of the outside world that were sent back by the probe crystal cameras on the shell of the Nuwa warship.
While he and Long Yangjun were playing games inside the bridge and exploring the array of columnar crystal processors, the environment outside had undergone drastic changes.
Perhaps because the ice had broken and an enormous crater dozens of kilometers in diameter and more than ten kilometers deep had appeared on the ground, which disrupted the microclimate of the place, an overwhelming snowstorm was rising on the ground at some point. The world was entirely covered in whiteness, and the roaring wind was the only sound in the picture. The entire ice valley was covered in a thick layer of snow immediately. Most of the Cultivators had escaped into the Nuwa warship. Those who were heavily wounded and unable to move were buried under the snow. They seemed to have been killed.
The survivors had all been sealed inside the Nuwa warship.
At least, that was the case for now, until they reached a conclusion in the battle.
Li Yao thought of something and suddenly felt that the 'glowing buds' were somewhat weird.
He reached out his hand tentatively, and a strange thing happened.
The 3D light beam blossomed violently like fireworks, forming a translucent 'Half-step Grand Illusionary Land', making him feel that he was really in the frozen valley outside of the warship.
Li Yao could not only clearly feel the stinging when the snowflakes were smashed into his eyes one after another, but he could also hear the cracking noises of the broken rocks under the heavy weight of the snow. He even felt a bone-chilling coldness from his every pore.
"This — this surveillance camera technology can completely simulate the environment of the outside world. Not just sight and hearing, even smell, touch, and the subtle spiritual waves of the outside world can be collected. This is truly amazing."
Li Yao clicked his tongue and exclaimed. He left the "Half-step Great Illusionary Land" and scanned the engine compartment at the tail of the warship one by one.
Most of the Cultivators had escaped into the Nuwa warship in time.
But while they could escape from the dreadful gales and snowstorms on the Land of Eternal Night, they could not escape from the internal strife caused by greed, jealousy, hatred, and fear.
Not everybody could be as calm and rational as Li Yao and Long Yangjun.
The inside of the Nuwa warship had already turned into a slaughterhouse.
It could be clearly seen from the surveillance light beam that the most gory battle took place at the end where the dozens of power injection tubes intersected, which was where the fuel chamber and the power chamber were located.
Especially the fuel chamber, because there was still a large amount of lumps of crystal fuel that had been stored for hundreds of thousands of years.
In the eyes of the locals of the Ancient Sages Sector, the delicate cubes that contained immense spiritual energy were definitely priceless treasures.
Li Yao glanced at the broken limbs and the rivers of blood on the ground. He looked at the bloodstained faces that were either panicked, confused, twisted, or full of longing for the mortal world.
Although he did not have a good impression of the ancient Cultivators, he could not help but sigh in his heart.
He could totally imagine what had happened at that time.
The Cultivators who belonged to the two sides and more than ten forces walked into the dozens of power tubes that were distributed in the middle and rear parts of the Nuwa warship and reached the end of the warship smoothly. After blowing up the wall of the power tubes, they congregated in the engine compartment and the fuel chamber at the same time.
Then, the fuel crystals that contained tremendous spiritual energy became the best reason for them to kill each other.
In almost a moment, the precious lives of hundreds of Cultivators were sealed inside the cold cabins forever.
From the engine compartment to the fuel chamber, the next ten cabins and the zigzagging pathways were the same. Fresh bodies and blood that had not been frozen were everywhere.
Most of the bodies were piled at the entrances of the cabins and the corners of the pathways. The fatal wounds were all on their backs, too.
A lot of bodies were clinging to the sabers, swords, and armor of the Pangu Clan and the Nuwa Clan, with fascinated smiles on their faces. It seemed that they had been ambushed and killed from behind while they were overjoyed by the discovery of the 'primeval treasures'.
Li Yao and Long Yangjun looked at each other and sighed gloomily in their hearts.
If it was said that in an open area on the ground, cultivators who belonged to different camps and were hostile to each other could still distance themselves from each other and use the space to dilute the atmosphere of mutual hostility.
Then, inside the dark, narrow, complicated Nuwa warship, with so many 'primeval treasures' as fuses, the battle entered the most heated phase almost in the very first second.
The Ancient Sages Sector did not have the advanced tactical Spiritual Nexus system of the modern Cultivation civilizations. Even the communication channels of the same force could not be established.
It meant that Emperor Phoenix, Han Baling, Qi Changsheng, Wan Mingzhu, and the leaders and elders of the six major sects could only command the subordinates within the range of their eyes and telepathic thoughts at best.
The problem was that they had been separated from most of their subordinates almost the first second they broke into the Nuwa warship. Right now, they were in a mess. It would be lucky if every Yuanying Cultivator could gather ten to twenty of their own subordinates. Most of them could only return to the most primitive state and march forward with their extraordinary personal abilities.
Starting from the ninth 3D light beam that Li Yao observed, traces of living people began to appear.
Perhaps it was because the most ferocious Cultivators had all been killed earlier, and those who survived were the calmest and most prudent ones.
Suppressing every spiritual wave around them, they lurked in the corners of the dark pathways, on the ceilings, or deep inside the ancient armor and bones. Even their eyes were only slightly opened as they stared at the darkness coldly, waiting for the next reckless prey to show up.
Even if someone wanted to move, they would often choose to crawl and wriggle slowly on the ground. Those who made such a choice were often the ones who died the fastest.
Li Yao saw that three Cultivators from the Great Qian Dynasty who were wearing the robes of the central plateaus were rushing through the pathway in three streaks of brilliance. They intended to pass a branch quickly, only to be dismembered by five 'corpses' that suddenly popped up around them.
They were probably high-level Cultivators in the Core Formation Stage. They did not even have the chance to scream before they were cut off into broken limbs. Blood was raining everywhere.
In the meantime, under the illumination of another well-hidden crystal camera, two Cultivators from Ghost Qin extended their hands to a glittering armor of the Pangu clan greedily. However, the moment they touched the armor, more than twenty grenades that were tied to the back of the armor with Heaven Silver Threads exploded instantly.
Before they were back to themselves from the shock of the serial blasts, their hearts were minced into pieces by almost ten flying swords.
The same scene played out in dozens of pictures at the same time.
Therefore, after the last brave, reckless, and idiotic Cultivator was killed miserably, the survivors made the most optimal and rational choice almost simultaneously.
They tried to conceal themselves as much as possible.
The interior of the Nuwa warship immediately turned into a small dark forest.
In the depths of every dark tunnel, there was a black hunter hiding in the darkness.
He carefully controlled his breath, heartbeat, and scent, not allowing himself to leak any scent.
But he also set up traps around without bothering about anything, whether or not they were necessary, and whether or not they would hurt anyone.
He also activated all the remote magical equipment as much as possible. Flying swords, flying locusts, flying nails, venomous smoke, and dense fog were all ready to go.
Except for the top players at the peak of the Yuanying Stage, the personal strength of the other people was not the key to their life and death.
No matter how strong you are, it is very likely that there is an even stronger existence hiding by your side that is hostile to you.
Concealment. Concealment was everything.
Their own 'coordinates' became the most important thing in the cruel world. Once they exposed their coordinates, or even the mere fact of their 'existence', they might be attacked from all directions like a storm.
Therefore, after the roars and explosions lasted for more than an hour, the Nuwa warship fell into a weird silence.
However, the silence was like a bowstring that had been stretched to the maximum or ice that was about to break apart after cracking noises like firecrackers. It was filled with a suffocating sense of danger.
However, for Li Yao and Long Yangjun, two 'observers' who had higher permissions, such a dark forest naturally did not exist.
They could see the movements of almost all the 'dark hunters' through the ubiquitous surveillance cameras.
Li Yao even saw that two Cultivators who belonged to the Great Qian Dynasty and Ghost Qin, respectively, were hiding themselves in the armor of the Pangu Clan and the bones of the Nuwa Clan in a corner of the pathway. They were waiting at a distance very close to each other.
Perhaps for them, it was a life-and-death hunt. Whoever ran out of patience first and rushed out of the corner would be greeted with death.
However, from Li Yao's perspective, he only felt that the two Cultivators on the other side of the wall were as hilarious as clowns.
The more nervous, solemn, and serious they looked, the more hilarious they were.
Although he was in the most intense moment, the tiny dark forest inside the Nuwa warship made Li Yao's imagination run wild.
He recalled the conversation with Bai Xinghe, the Pirate Potentate, on Spider Den years ago.
He was so touched. With the tremendous support of all the brothers and sisters, this book must've made it into the top twenty of the monthly votes for the first time.
Although it was only temporary, Old Bull was truly satisfied.
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