"Four Mahayana cultivators escaped from that fog. One of them was covered in blood and seriously injured. How could this be?"
In a hidden cave dwelling inside the Pill Emperor Pavilion's great city, disbelief appeared on Uncle Xia and the others' faces.
On the crystal wall before them, four figures could be seen racing out of the fog. Although their faces were concealed, their exposed eyes still revealed how terrified three of them were.
It was not only the four who were horrified. Even Uncle Xia and the others monitoring the situation felt their hearts pounding violently.
It had only been two or three hours, yet four Mahayana cultivators had fled the fog-shrouded region in panic. No one could understand what had happened inside to drive them to such a state.
"Two commanders faintly heard four agonized screams at the edge of the fog." Suddenly, Cang Ju exclaimed while holding a communication token.
The crowd was startled again and all turned toward Cang Ju.
Two lines of writing appeared on the communication token in Cang Ju's hand.
"Withdraw the patrols around the area. It seems Master Qin has the power to protect himself, so there is no need for us to worry." Uncle Xia's eyes flickered. After a moment of thought, he issued the order in a deep voice.
To kill or heavily injure four Mahayana cultivators within two or three hours was a result that chilled the blood.
Three Mahayana cultivators had met with disaster. In the Cultivation World, this was absolutely a major event. It was bound to trigger a chain reaction, perhaps causing a massive upheaval across a vast region and leading to the deaths of countless cultivators.
Yet Uncle Xia Pill Sovereign remained completely composed, as though he had not taken the matter to heart at