"This guy is strong," Meng Changqing's eyes lit up.

The aura emanating from him completely overwhelmed the Four Region leaders.

"Just in time," a smile appeared on Meng Changqing's face.

His Unyielding Will was just a sliver away from completion.

To bridge this gap, he needed to defeat someone even stronger than the leaders present. He thought he'd have to seek such a foe later.

Yet, here was the demonic path delivering one to him.

A gift from fate itself.

"Lord Sikong, I'll begin maturing the Divine Spirit Tree," Blood Ghost suddenly approached.

"Go ahead," Sikong Wuque nodded.

Hearing this, Meng Changqing's mind stirred.

Maturing the Divine Spirit Tree?

What kind of method is this?

Could the demonic path actually force the tree to bear fruit again?

He hesitated, deciding not to act immediately.

Moreover, the demonic path hadn't started slaughtering the Four Region talents below.

There was no harm in waiting a bit longer.

"I'll give you credit. In the future, you could have a place in Central Province. But alas, fate is cruel. A genius who doesn't grow will never be one," Sikong Wuque glanced at Meng Changqing, his lips curling into a smirk.

Meng Changqing remained silent, his attention locked on Blood Ghost.

Sikong Wuque mistook his silence for despair, assuming Meng Changqing had resigned himself to fate.

The smirk on his face grew. He reveled in this kind of despair.

Below, many Four Regions talents felt their hearts sink, and despair appeared in their eyes.

The Suppressive Force was a rule-based power. No one expected the demonic faction to wield it. Without this formation, even Sikong Wuque wouldn't be Meng Changqing's match.

But now, even Meng Changqing was rendered helpless.

Like a fish on a chopping board, awaiting its fate. The future seemed utterly dark.

"Uncle Master…" Mo Xiaoyu looked up at Meng Changqing.

Yet, she didn't feel much fear. It stemmed from her deep trust in him.

Even though Meng Changqing was silent, there was no trace of fear in his demeanor.

"When should we execute these righteous talents, Lord Sikong?" a coffin-bearer approached.

The coffin on his back had begun to crack open, emitting thick corpse energy.

"No rush. The Wild Sea will fully open in half a day," Sikong Wuque replied calmly.

"Let's observe the Blood God Demon Sect's secret art and how it matures this Divine Spirit Tree."

"Understood," the coffin-bearer nodded.

After all, victory was already in their grasp.

They could let these righteous talents steep in despair a bit longer. The Six Desires Demon Sect would certainly appreciate it.

Blood Ghost flickered to the base of the Divine Spirit Tree.

Compared to the towering tree, Blood Ghost seemed as small as an ant.

"What a pity," Blood Ghost muttered regretfully.

From now on, the Wild Sea would no longer have a Divine Spirit Tree.

Without hesitation, Blood Ghost formed hand seals.

His body began to tremble as a flood of blood surged out!

Above him, the blood coalesced into a vast blood lake.

It teemed with malevolent resentment, almost tangible.

Twisted faces appeared and disappeared, seemingly cursing viciously.

"It's the Barbarian Tribe!" The crowd's pupils shrank.

To gather so much blood, the demonic faction must have exterminated the Barbarian Tribe.

The Barbarian Tribe, an ancient race, had long been in decline.

After the ancient wars, their lands were shattered, leaving them confined to the small Wild Sea.

Though barely surviving, they had avoided extinction — until now.

"Rumor has it the Divine Spirit Tree was once the sacred tree of the ancient Hundred Races Alliance, closely tied to them. The Barbarian Tribe was one of the Hundred Races," Dongmen Xiangzhong noted, his knowledge of history and lore evident.

"The demonic faction must be using the Barbarian Tribe's life essence and the Blood God Demon Sect's secret art to mature the tree!"

"Maturing?" The crowd was stunned.

Would this truly cause the Divine Spirit Tree to bear fruit again?

The blood lake collapsed into the soil below, absorbed by the Divine Spirit Tree.

The once-dim tree came alive once more. Its roots ignited in white flames.

The tree burned entirely, flames soaring into the sky.

"What is this?" Meng Changqing's eyes flickered.

This method wasn't mere maturation. It was reckless destruction, consuming the tree entirely.

After this, the Wild Sea would become a wasteland.

A classic demonic tactic.

Moments later, the Divine Spirit Tree was reduced to ashes, leaving behind nine floating light spheres.

Each was a Wish Spirit Fruit, albeit weaker than the one in Meng Changqing's possession — clearly second-tier fruits.

But even second-tier fruits were exceedingly rare!

"Nine Wish Spirit Fruits!" The crowd gasped.

Such a bounty could nurture nine peak experts, each reaching the Sealed Marquis Realm!

Blood Ghost swiftly collected the fruits into jade boxes and handed them to Sikong Wuque.

"Lord Sikong, here they are," Blood Ghost said respectfully.

"Excellent. Each demonic sect will receive one after we leave," Sikong Wuque said with satisfaction.

The Blood God Demon Sect's method had proven effective.

"Now, it's time to deal with you all," Sikong Wuque looked at the crowd.

The demonic talents erupted into chilling laughter. The righteous faction's faces turned grim, despairing.

No one had expected the Wild Sea trip to end like this.

The demonic path, long on the defensive, now wielded an overwhelming formation.

"What a pity…" Dongmen Xiangzhong instinctively glanced at Meng Changqing.

Such a peerless genius, destined for greatness, now fated to perish here.

"Kill them," Sikong Wuque commanded with a wave of his hand.

The demonic talents prepared to strike.

But at that moment, a calm voice broke the silence.

"I thought this Wild Sea trip was coming to an end. Who would have guessed there'd be more surprises?"

What?!

Everyone froze, turning toward the voice. Their pupils contracted sharply.

Meng Changqing, previously motionless under the suppressive force, was now straightening his body.

He even raised his hand, casually cracking his shoulder.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The suppressive force around him shattered like fragile threads.