"Mortal?"
Heh heh, do you know how revered the Spirit Hall is in the hearts of soul masters throughout the continent?
Every day, we welcome a large number of soul masters who want to join the Spirit Hall. Our Spirit Hall has never worried about a shortage of manpower.
These accomplishments, one by one, how can you, a junior with no contribution, criticize them?"
Salas seemed to have heard a joke, mockingly speaking his true thoughts.
His face was completely opposite of the compassionate savior he had shown earlier.
Quan Yi couldn't help but sneer upon hearing the reply.
"Heh heh, Salas, you seem to have misunderstood something.
Awakening spirits for the common people and protecting them are duties that you should fulfill, not favors that your Spirit Hall bestows upon them.
The Spirit Hall rose relying on the vast number of common people and is nurtured and supported by them. These things are what you should be doing.
Yet, you talk about privileges and not obligations, even shamelessly calling yourselves saviors.
If you don't do these things, the masses will immediately select another group of soul masters to uphold justice for them.
And you, from that moment on, will transform into parasites who only know how to exploit."
Seeing Salas, Quan Yi felt an accumulation of resentment and anger that he had to vent.
Among them, there was not only a sigh for the injustice of the world, but also pity for the people at the very bottom.
They thought they had elected a force that would stand up for them, but they didn't expect to foster a mountain that would break their backs.
The people who bowed their heads to the ground couldn't even see what was behind them, and they also forgot that they were the masters of this country.
Salas felt his mouth go dry, burned by the raging fire in Quan Yi's eyes.
He pointed at Quan Yi, trembling, unsure whether it was from anger or fear, wanting to refute Quan Yi's rebellious remarks.
However, in the next moment, the entire space suddenly opened up, and Salas found himself in a clear, cloudless sky.
The magnificent hall, the gloomy rainy day, were all gone.
Across from him, Quan Yi and Huo Wu were also suspended in the air.
Salas was completely confused by this sudden scene change.
But at this moment, he noticed that his seat was subtly twisting.
When he curiously looked down, he was deeply shocked by the scene before him.
It turned out that under his feet was not a blank space, but a towering pyramid supporting him in mid-air.
What was horrifying was that this pyramid was not made of stacked giant stones; it was actually made of countless ragged and emaciated people kneeling on the ground, forming layers of human stones.
Looking down from his position, even with his Soul Douluo-level strength, he couldn't see the end at a glance.
What he could see was that as the height decreased, the number of people became more and more crowded and numerous.
The shape of the pyramid was, after all, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top.
This also meant that the number of people crushed at the bottom would increase geometrically.
Looking at the 'base' that filled the entire area of Tiandou City, Salas also discovered that the state of the crowd would change as they went down.
Roughly reaching the middle position, the shape of the 'human stone' became distorted.
The hands that should have supported the upper body to be flat were broken by the weight above, and the entire upper body of the person was completely attached to the person below in a kneeling state.
The waist, obstructed by the kneeling legs, was bent at a large angle. In this state, even if the weight was removed, he would not be able to stand up again.
At this time, they could only breathe numbly and with difficulty, barely maintaining a living state.
Such a person could no longer be described as a human being; he was completely a walking corpse that had completely lost its soul.
Further down, what Salas saw was a mass of flesh and blood that had been squeezed out, and exposed white bone fragments.
Seeing this, Salas, who was used to life and death, felt a wave of nausea in his chest, but when he continued down and saw the base at the very bottom, which was completely constructed of human bones, he could no longer hold back the feeling of disgust.
"Ugh!"
Salas sprayed the vomit from his stomach directly on the human stone platform below.
But what disgusted Salas even more was that the human stones that were doused in vomit were not angry but happy.
They lowered their heads and licked the food that had been half-digested in other people's stomachs, and sincerely thanked them:
"Thank you for your grace, my lord!
Thank you for your grace, my lord!"
This action, devoid of dignity and bottom line, made Salas feel a psychological shock that transcended disgust.
Grace.
The appearance of this word at this time was full of intense irony.
"No, don't."
Salas' pupils were completely scattered, and the persistence in his heart was shattered to pieces.
He wanted to stop everything that was happening in front of him, but he found that his body was firmly fixed to the chair.
Moreover, his body and the chair were actually starting to gradually grow larger.
The four supporting legs, which were originally just against the backs of the four human stones, quickly occupied their entire backs.
And because Salas' own body was growing larger, he was still devouring the human stones that were eating leftovers. Accompanied by the sound of cracking bones, the entire person was completely crushed.
"Ho, ho, ho"
They couldn't even let out a wail, they could only open their mouths wide and breathe with difficulty, but even in the situation of barely breathing, they still pressed their faces tightly to the bottom and stretched out their tongues to lick the food.
Salas fell into a deathly silence.
His vision gradually surpassed Quan Yi and Huo Wu, and he could already look down on them.
However, every time his vision rose a level, a vibration and the sound of bone cracking would come from the seat.
Without more human stones to support the pyramid, as Salas grew larger, all the weight below would become greater.
Feeling the distinct touch coming from below, Salas felt as if ice cones were piercing his heart again and again.
Only a numb murmur repeated at the corner of his mouth: "Stop, stop"
Huo Wu, beside Quan Yi, felt unbearable in her heart when she saw this tragic scene.
She was not sympathizing with Salas, but feeling sorry for the people squeezed below.
She gently stroked the back of Quan Yi's hand, comforting the anger in his heart.
After knowing each other for more than ten years, Huo Wu felt that she had touched the deepest and most secret emotions in Quan Yi's heart for the first time.
Quan Yi turned to look at Huo Wu, his eyes were already covered with scarlet bloodshot, and at some point, a drop of blood-red tears flowed from the corner of his eye.
Seeing this drop of blood tears, Huo Wu's tears instantly welled up in her eyes, but she forcibly held them back.
She held back her tears and smiled, gently wiping away the blood stains on Quan Yi's cheeks.
