"Ninety Blood Pills."
The Nascent Soul Elder flicked his finger, and ninety Blood Pills flew out, merging into the three-foot-wide Blood Red Soil. They were instantly devoured by the Breathing Soil, enhancing its spirituality.
He waved his hand, and the valley's barrier formation began to collapse bit by bit. He was about to reveal his true form.
He looked at the final nine Core Formation Prodigies and eight hundred Foundation Establishment Cultivators, his gaze indifferent. There was no pity, not even killing intent—only the disdain of a higher-dimensional life-form looking down upon lower-dimensional life-forms.
These people were as lowly as ants, while he was as great as a god.
Zhao Chong, Zhao Dai, Zhao Tongxuan, Tie Wushuang, Nangong Jian, Xuan Dan, Xuan Ya... Of the original ninety-nine Core Formation Prodigies, only nine remained, and every one of them was seriously injured.
Behind the nine Core Formation Prodigies stood eight hundred Foundation Establishment Cultivators, all wounded.
A beast's claw had gouged flesh from Lu Huan's chest, leaving blood and bone exposed. His left arm had been torn open, his vision was beginning to blur, and despairing tears streamed down his face.
"All the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk, Thousand-Year Spirit Milk, high-grade Spirit Spring Water, all the third-grade, second-grade, and first-rank Spirit Plants, all the pills have been consumed."
"All the talisman paper, formations, puppets, and magic tools have been smashed."
"We..." Lu Huan despaired. "We can't get out."
"Even if I leave alive, my path to Core Formation has been severed."
Zhao Tongxuan gripped his spear. The third-grade magic tool spear had already shattered, its spearhead broken apart, leaving it as a long staff. The tiger's mouths of both hands were split open, his entire body was covered in blood, and a beast had pecked away a chunk of flesh from his