Not long after, several bear demons who walked upright each brought a bloody figure to the scene.

Seven human cultivators, both male and female, appeared in a miserable state, with broken limbs and fading breaths, covered in blood and showing expressions of pain.

Cultivators able to enter the Abyss must have cultivation above the perfection of the Daoist foundation, all of them being elites and distinguished figures from the outside world.

Here, they were thrown on the ground like trash, to be watched and commented on by numerous demons, without any dignity.

"Honorable Silver Ape, our squad stumbled into this place, and we implore you to grant us a chance for survival.

Whether treasures or blood food, we will find a way to compensate. Please, feel free to make requests." A man in a blood-stained sky-blue Daoist robe spoke, crouching on the ground, his tone very humble.

Through his scattered and tangled hair could be seen a face with defined features, clearly a very handsome male cultivator.

But his condition was poor, with knees bent backward at ninety degrees, disheveled and dirty, the corners of his mouth and chest stained with dried black-red blood.

"Oh, who are you?" The Silver Ape slowly walked forward two steps, claws like palm fans gripping the ground tightly.

"I am a disciple of the Overturning Sea Sect, Hai Wuyai," the male cultivator said softly.

"Isn’t the Overturning Sea Sect one of the twenty-four main sects of the Human Race? How did it produce such a useless piece like you!" The Silver Ape sneered, "Would I, a noble of royal blood, be in want of your paltry treasures?"

"This guy’s strength is not bad, possessing cultivation at the Fourth Layer of the Spirit Platform, almost escaped a moment ago.

However, humans become worthless once they are close enough." The neighboring Bat Demon smiled coldly.

"This is not the attitude for seeking help." The Black Tiger Demon shook its head, "How about this, you kowtow to Grandpa ten times, and then come over to smooth the fur on my sole with your tongue, and I will consider sparing you."

The Black Tiger Demon extended its massive, sharp claw, below which lay a blackened foot.

Above it were various impurities, dust, and unknown substances from the Abyss ground, accompanied by a stench that made one want to gag.

Clearly, the Black Tiger Demon did not habitually clean its body.

Upon hearing this, all the demons laughed.

But the blue-robed male cultivator Hai Wuyai trembled violently with anger, suddenly raising his head, his eyes full of fury.

"A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated, kill me if you must!"

"Kill you? That would be a bit of a waste." The Silver Ape suddenly flashed beside Hai Wuyai.

The next moment, a splash of blood flickered.

Hai Wuyai let out a scream, firmly clutching the right side of his head.

In the Silver Ape’s hand, appeared a blood-soaked ear, which it put into its mouth to chew for a moment, then commented: "Tender, yet lacking in Qi-Blood."

"Master, this one’s brain might taste good." The Giant Scorpion Demon proposed.

"Don’t waste it, in a few days we will offer it to that monster in the forbidden land.

Oh, those two whose hair is somewhat white, it probably wouldn’t fancy, you can indulge first." The Silver Ape said indifferently, waved a hand, instantly deciding the fate of the seven humans present.

Two screams rang out.

The two oldest cultivators on the scene, one entered the mouth of the Black Tiger Demon, legs struggling fiercely outside the blood basin.

One was cut into two by the Scorpion Demon with its tail, large amounts of vital blood absorbed by the stinger on its tail, turning the person instantly into a dried corpse.

The remaining five trembled, not daring to speak a word.

’Damn, why did I enter the Zisu District...’ Hai Wuyai’s face was bitter, his heart full of despair.

He even regretted coming to the Abyss.

Previously he went to Qingluan Palace to propose to Fairy Biluo Xin Ziqi but was refused, feeling incensed he prepared to come to the Abyss to confront the object of her affection, the Red Hero.

At that time, he had ambitions as high as the sky, ready to make a name for himself in the Abyss.

Unexpectedly, he did not encounter the Red Hero, but became a prisoner of the Demon Clan.

Just as the five were being dragged away by demons, a clear male voice was heard from the outskirts.

"I am the Trench Patrol Guest from the Jisu District, coming uninvited.

Previously, several young brothers mistakenly entered here, I wonder where they are now?"

Upon hearing this inquiry, Hai Wuyai and others’ expressions showed joy.

The Trench Patrol Guest from the Jisu District is very powerful.

It is rumored that he might cross into the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Platform realm, ranking among the forefront in the Abyss’s humans.

With him stepping in, they might actually be set free.

Not far in the sky, suddenly appeared more than ten members of the Human Race, each with formidable cultivation.

Leading the group, one person wore a brown Daoist robe and a simplistic gray mask on the face.

On the right side of the mask, engraved was a running leopard pattern, precisely the Trench Patrol Guest from Jisu District.

"Oh, quite an imposing presence." The Silver Ape sneered repeatedly, "Do you not fear annihilation entering our Demon’s Su District?"

"I’ve heard several experts from Zisu District left a few days ago, seeking opportunities outside." The Trench Patrol Guest from Jisu District smiled confidently, for he had clearly probed the details of Zisu District.

Those demons posing threats to him could not rush back today.

"Oh, you think I can’t kill you?" Silver Ape Bo Feng grinned, revealing deadly sharp silver tusks.

"You can give it a try." The Trench Patrol Guest from Jisu District said calmly.

A dazzling Sixth Layer of Spirit Platform slowly rose above his head, dropping a thick curtain of magical power, repelling evil and protecting against all spells.

"The Trench Patrol Guest has broken through to the Sixth Layer of Spirit Platform!"

Seeing this, Hai Wuyai and others were delighted, feeling confident about their salvation today.

Cultivation of the Sixth Layer of Spirit Platform is significantly stronger than the Fifth Layer, with many patrol guests not having reached this realm.