The shrill howls continued without pause. Rotten flesh sprayed from the wounds of the five injured cultivators, blood splattering everywhere. The gruesome scene made the surrounding cultivators knit their brows.
To Mahayana cultivators, each of them had no idea how many living beings they had killed. Their hearts had long since become as hard as iron.
Yet seeing the miserable state of the five injured Mahayana cultivators within the restriction still made their hearts pound uncontrollably.
No one knew what technique Qin Fengming was using. The rotten flesh at the injured cultivators' wounds was being peeled away by a strange force, while their entire bodies trembled and they shrieked miserably.
For a Mahayana cultivator to cry out involuntarily from pain, one could imagine how terrifying that pain must have been.
"Qin... Pill... Sovereign... don't stop!"
Yet amid the howls of the five men, a broken cry rang out.
"It seems Pill Sovereign Qin's technique is effective against the five men's injuries!" the surrounding cultivators exclaimed, each one delighted. This scene was beyond everyone's expectations.
"Pill Sovereign Qin is so young. How could he possess such means? It seems all our years have been wasted." Someone praised him from the bottom of his heart.
The howls within the restriction continued, and Qin Fengming did not stop casting his technique.
Time passed, and an hour soon went by. The shrill sounds within the restriction finally weakened. After another half-hour, the howls had disappeared entirely.
Figures flashed, and the five cultivators were moved out of the blood pool. Qin Fengming also appeared on the plaza.
"This Qin's technique is effective. Next, thirty injured fellow cultivators can enter the blood pool, and this Qin will cast his technique to remove the corrosive energy from their wounds."
Qin Fengming's expression was calm, but his heart