Bai Yujun looked at the sickly crowd.
She felt that twisted obsession was more terrifying than demons. Having absorbed too many toxins, their eye sockets had darkened and their lips turned bluish-purple. They were no longer human; Poisoned Humans suited them better. The poison had seeped not only into their flesh, but into their souls. Scorpion Dragons could be killed, but obsession could not.
The monkey looked at the cave atop the Black Pyramid, then at those humans.
"Chirp, should we bash them all to death?"
Bai Yujun shook her head.
"Killing them is useless. Only killing the Scorpion Dragon before their eyes will have any effect. For fanatics, nothing is crueler than watching their faith collapse. Grave illness calls for strong medicine—either cure it, or let it die."
"Chirp chirp, makes sense. When I go down the mountain later, I'll become a wandering doctor to seek the Dao."
The monkey solemnly planned out his future path of cultivation. Being a doctor was technical work; besides killing people, he would have to learn how to save them.
His eyes rolled around as he remembered something important.
"Iron Ball, Qing Ling, and Wine Worm were doing archaeology and found that a Black Pool in an ancient tomb connected to hell. Chirp chirp, low-ranking evil ghosts climbed into the mortal world through the Black Pool. It's been sealed, but there might be other places. Chirp, what do we do?"
Bai Yujun rubbed the corner of her forehead.
"We'll take it one step at a time. They're fighting over the Imperial Throne—where would they find time to care about hell? We're outnumbered and alone, so there's even less we can do."
What else could they do? It wasn't as if she could carry her dragon spear into hell and fight for her life.