Ten Thousand Poison Marsh Sea! Witch Clan-style altars rose from the earth one after another, like stubborn tumors growing from the ground, encircling it from every direction.
The once-vast Ten Thousand Poison Marsh Sea had been surrounded, divided, and filled in by these altars, its space compressed inch by inch.
Bodies gnawed by stray insects lay scattered across the wilderness alongside white bones. They were Poison Martial Arts disciples who had been slaughtered.
The Ten Thousand Poison Marsh Sea, which so many forces had once been helpless against, had now been driven to the brink of extinction under the siege of over a hundred Witch Clan Tribes.
Among the second-generation disciples beneath the sect leader and his wife, half had died in battle and half had surrendered. The losses were catastrophic.
Chan Juan'er, Toothless Viper, and other heavyweight elders of the sect leader's generation had likewise fallen one after another in battle.
The Ten Thousand Poison Marsh Sea had now truly reached the end of the road.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
In a ruined secret chamber, Lu Chongsheng helped Chu Jianxiu sit down. Looking around, she was filled with endless emotion.
"Back then, Poison Grand Peak was wounded by Peacock Sixth and brought us into this underground stone chamber to hide, only for Lu Zhigang to seize the chance to kill him in return and take the foundation of the Myriad Poisons Secret Workshop."
"Who would have thought that after all these years, we would return to this stone chamber? Yet of those people from back then, only I remain."
As Lu Chongsheng recalled the past, Lu Zhigang was gone, Chan Juan'er was gone, Toothless Viper was gone...
Her husband, Chu Jianxiu, had fought nine Strong Martial Arts experts of the Witch Clan alone. Even after exhausting everything he had, he