"Realm: Deprivation!"

The tributor responsible for covering rearguard suddenly bit through the tip of his tongue, and behind him, a blood-colored life chart appeared.

The life chart emitted a ghostly light, enveloping everyone nearby.

And above the heads of those enveloped, "life candles" representing longevity appeared, the flames snuffed out swiftly.

The other two also began to unleash their respective realms.

These five unprecedentedly bizarre realms erupted simultaneously, forcing even someone as powerful as Tu Qian Yue and his men to temporarily shy away from the threat.

"Go!"

The five took the opportunity to break out in five directions, their figures shooting like lightning towards the distance.

Tu Qian Yue, however, was unfazed, sneering, "You've played enough."

He turned to the depths of the black clouds: "Brothers, consider this your initiation into my Jieyun Thieves. Isn't it time to act?"

"Boom!"

The black clouds suddenly burst open, six figures stepping into the air, each radiating the terrifying aura of Divinity Transformation Perfection!

The leader had red hair, purple eyes, his ankles bound with chains of Ninth Nether Dark Iron, each step leaving charred footprints in the void.

"Realm: Eternal Damnation!"

The red-haired man gently lifted his foot, and the entire world abruptly twisted.

Around the Cloud Whale, the space twisted like dough kneaded by an invisible hand, bizarrely collapsing and deforming.

Elder Mo's Yellow Millet Intent Realm had just unfolded when it twisted into a braid, and the backlash of spiritual power caused him to spit out black blood.

"Hahaha!" a creature wrapped in bandages let out a hoarse laugh, "This old thing is mine!"

His bandages suddenly extended, like a living thing, wrapping around Elder Mo's severed arm, absorbing blood with runes appearing on the bandages.

"Realm: Soul-binding Corpse-wrap!"

Elder Mo's skin shriveled visibly, and he was horrified to find his primordial spirit being gradually extracted by the bandages.

The bandaged creature intoxicatedly inhaled deeply, "A primordial spirit at Divinity Transformation Perfection... truly delicious!"

Elsewhere, a woman wearing a bronze ghost mask floated in.

She played with a string of human bone prayer beads, each bead engraved with a face of agony.

"Realm: Howl!"

One tributor fleeing at high speed suddenly clutched his head in agony, as hundreds of unfamiliar memories inexplicably flooded his sea of consciousness.

Each piece was the dying despair of different cultivators previously killed by this bronze ghost woman.

These memories gnawed at his primordial spirit like venomous snakes, soon driving him insane.

"No! Don't kill me!"

A cultivator at Divinity Transformation Perfection rolled his eyes, actually knelt to plead, tears and snot streaming as he clawed his face.

The ghost-faced woman chuckled lightly, twisted the prayer beads, and the tributor's head exploded like a watermelon.

Seeing the situation turn dire, the third tributor gritted his teeth, burning his essence blood in a bid to self-destruct.

Suddenly, an old man with the guise of a dwarf appeared ghost-like behind him, his brittle fingers gently pressing on the back of his heart.

"Realm: Reverse Vein Spirit Sever!"

The next instant, the spiritual power circulating within the tributor reversed, his meridians exploding inch by inch.

More terrifying was his primordial spirit beginning to rotate backward, his cultivation draining like a flood.

The dwarf old man opened his mouth, directly swallowing the outward-leaking spiritual power into his abdomen.

"A great supplement!"

The elder contently licked his lips, while the tributor had turned to a withered corpse, plummeting from the clouds, eyes unable to close in death.

The fourth tributor was the most tragic.

A burly man carrying a human-skin drum blocked his path, sinisterly pounding the drum at his waist.

The muffled drumbeats emitted sonic waves, transforming into an unknowable realm, enclosing him.

Before breaking through, his entire skin began peeling on its own, twisting in the air into a complete human skin.

Amongst the waves of heart-rending screams, his muscle fibers, blood vessels, and meridians followed... like countless invisible hands flaying him alive. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

As the blood skeleton plunged into the sea, the human-skin drum gained a new face.

As for the last tributor, he was stopped by a young man resembling a scholar.

Unknown what transpired, but he was kneeling and sobbing, starting to confess all his life's sins.

With each sin spoken, a blood mark appeared on his chest, until finally his primordial spirit was gradually extracted, eventually exploding completely.