The enormous pit resembled an open-air mine. Countless ox carts and horse-drawn carts scurried about like ants moving house. The air was murky, thick with the damp stench of soil and the reek of livestock dung. Because the excavation methods were too primitive, even the most meticulous management could not keep the place completely sanitary. The absence of any large-scale epidemic proved that the Tu family had done a fairly good job; otherwise, the excavation would have taken at least three or four times longer.
Gloomy black clouds covered the sky as a small figure rode a cloud down toward the bottom of the pit.
Strangers, both human and demon, emerged from the trees, weeds, and tents around the pit. They knocked over laborers and startled livestock as they scrambled to chase after the small figure. Judging by their attire, they all served the seven ill-mannered guests. With everyone now out of contact, they could only act according to the plan.
Bai Yujun took out four Spirit Talismans and casually tossed them in four directions.
The talisman paper bloomed with spiritual radiance, summoning four snake demon soldiers. The four half-transparent heavenly soldiers, spilling spiritual energy, streaked through the air at tremendous speed, leaving trailing afterimages. Their saber techniques were fierce and sharp, or they simply passed straight through Nascent Soul and Spirit Transformation cultivators. The cultivators whose bodies were pierced turned pale and fell from the air. These split-spirit projections of snake demon soldiers from the Immortal Realm were one realm weaker than their true bodies, roughly at the perfected Spirit Transformation realm. Having fought the Devil Race year after year, they possessed abundant combat experience.
The laborers all stopped working, staring blankly at those exalted figures flying about overhead or crashing to the ground, smashing stones and rolling across