A Treacherous Journey

"Keep him alive for now. We'll settle accounts with him at year's end. He's only a minor pawn, sent here to test us! If we truly make a move, we must sweep everything away with the force of thunder and ten thousand jun..."

Li Qingyun spoke softly.

His faint contempt for a venerable of the Fourth Fruit Position naturally showed in his tone.

Ever since the soul corpse had emerged from the abyss, invincible upon the Time Ruin Mother River, most disciples of the Three Pure Ones were already at the Fifth and Sixth Fruit Positions. Without realizing it, Li Qingyun no longer regarded an invested venerable like Dao Lord Bai Cang as worthy of notice.

In his eyes, the other party was merely a small fry of the Mishin Dao Alliance. Killing him now would be of little consequence and would instead startle the snake in the grass.

"Fine."

Daoist Si nodded, then his figure vanished into the mountain darkness, continuing to conceal his identity and tracks.

Within Huqiu Stone Grotto, torches burned, illuminating a scene of miserable devastation.

Tushan Wenshan was having people briefly clear the battlefield, sweeping away the thick layer of foul-smelling blood lice and corpses.

Those Tushan Clan members and others with grave injuries dragged wounded black-clad bandit hunters into the grotto. After a burst of short, shrill screams, they began to gulp and chew ravenously, swiftly recovering their strength, mending their wounds, regrowing limbs, even improving their auras somewhat.

Those less severely injured only needed to devour the prepared desolate beast blood food from the caravan to recover quickly.

By the time "Quan Lei" returned to the grotto, the wounded of the Ba Snake Mountain caravan had recovered seven or eight tenths of their strength.

The lice clan's ability to "drink blood" made Li