The Offering in light-colored clothes thrust his sword towards Wang Ye.

Even before attacking, he had already predicted in his mind the position Wang Ye was going to appear next.

However.

The place where the light-colored clothes Offering's attack landed, Wang Ye was not there.

The light-colored clothes Offering attacked Wang Ye again.

Yet every time, the position predicted by the light-colored clothes Offering was not where Wang Ye moved to as imagined.

After a period of time, the light-colored clothes Offering looked with a darkened forehead at Wang Ye standing in front of him.

Wang Ye looked at the light-colored clothes Offering with an innocent look in his eyes.

Thinking back just now, in order to train his control over his body's strength and speed, Wang Ye even deliberately moved towards the places the light-colored clothes had aimed to attack him.

As a result, because Wang Ye had not yet adapted to his own speed, he appeared in places that still weren't where the light-colored clothes Offering attacked.

Although, if attacked by the light-colored clothes Offering, Wang Ye would definitely get injured.

But...

Even if he rushed towards an opponent and failed due to his own issues, Wang Ye felt a bit embarrassed inside.

Shi Qian and another dark-colored clothes Offering, while engaged in combat, glanced occasionally at Wang Ye and the light-colored clothes Offering with expressions of helplessness on their faces.

These two guys...

In the shadows.

Two Offerings from the Ice Sect, at this moment, were wide-eyed, with a feeling of wanting to say something but not knowing what to express.

Wang Ye, as their Saint Heir, fell into danger, unable to control his own strength, being chased and beaten by another First Grade Cultivator.

It was clearly a very serious matter.

Yet, these two Offerings felt that the scene before them had an inexplicable theatrical feeling.

"Sigh."

Wang Ye sighed, looking at the light-colored clothes Offering in front of him.

These people were from the Spirit Star, so they couldn't express anything witty to describe the current situation here.

"If it were someone from Earth Star seeing this scene, they would undoubtedly tease that the battle between me and this guy was like a king predicting the Bronze's movement, right?"

Wang Ye joked to himself in his heart.

"Field!"

The light-colored clothes Offering had no intention of delaying further with Wang Ye.

In the few moves exchanged with Wang Ye, he had already spent enough time on Wang Ye's side, and if he continued delaying, people from the Ice Sect would certainly start coming out.

He needed to finish this quickly.

A First Grade Cultivator had initially grasped an understanding of the Power of the Great Dao, but their understanding was not enough for them to use the Great Dao Power anytime and anywhere.

Under such circumstances, a First Grade Cultivator needed to unleash a field.

In the field, their comprehension of the Dao pervades this small world, allowing for a smoother use of the Great Dao Power.

Once one advances from the First Grade Cultivator to the Unity Realm Stage, they could use the Power of the Great Dao at will.

"Fields" would no longer be necessary for them.

And the field of the light-colored clothes Offering was.

Hell.

When the light-colored clothes Offering activated his field, Wang Ye felt he was stripped from the previous world and was now in another world.

In this world, it was divided into eighteen levels, with countless fierce ghosts in each level, and eighteen instruments of torture designed to punish these ghosts placed in every corner.

Not to mention anything else, just these instruments used to torture people induced a shivering fear in one's heart.

The light-colored clothes Offering walked towards Wang Ye with a sneer, his eyes filled with deep dissatisfaction.

Clearly, Wang Ye was just a waste who couldn't control even the power of a First Grade Cultivator, not knowing how to manage his own power.

Yet dealing with Wang Ye required him to use his field.

In the shadows.

The two Offerings from the Ice Sect, who had just worn expressions like watching a comedy, had their faces immediately flooded with fear when they saw the light-colored clothes Offering use his field and exclaimed:

"No, the light-colored clothes Offering has used the field! Once the field is used, the Saint Heir's lack of control over his power won't allow him to evade the light-colored clothes Offering's attack, and at that time, even if the Saint Heir has the realm of a First Grade Cultivator, he will still be defeated."

"Let's go! Jumping from the strength of a Fourth Grade Cultivator to experiencing the First Grade Cultivator's power so abruptly is indeed too difficult for Wang Ye."

Another Offering said no more at this point.

They were just thinking that although the Ice Sect might have ways to strengthen Wang Ye, they didn't expect that before Wang Ye had sufficient experience.

Even if he truly possessed a strong realm, he might not be able to utilize it.

This is like a person who has always driven an ordinary car suddenly trying to drive a high-performance sports car; even if he knows all the driving skills, he might not manage well when actually handling it.

Moreover, the difficulty level for Wang Ye was much higher than driving a car.

"Hell field? As expected, the folks from the Cold Sect are a bunch of dark-hearted individuals; otherwise, how could they possess a hell field?"

In the hell field, there was an overwhelming coldness; whether physically or spiritually, it gave an icy feeling.

From this perspective, the light-colored clothes Offering belonging to the Cold Sect was not much of a difference.

Of course, to join the Cold Sect as an Offering doesn't require aligning with the sect's characteristics.

"Hah, at this point, you're just a trash who can't control your own power, what qualifications do you have to bicker with me here?"

The light-colored clothes Offering gave a cold laugh, and behind Wang Ye, a pillar appeared inexplicably.

The pillar was engulfed in roaring flames, and when it appeared behind Wang Ye, he felt an intense scorching sensation from it.

It seemed capable of burning the surrounding air to nothing.

The eighteen levels of hell, each targeting the sins committed by the damned in the human world, had different ways of punishment.

In the hell field of the light-colored clothes Offering, it was as if he was the Yama who could freely judge.

He could use all the instruments of punishment.

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