The Bloodrage Golden Lotuses launched a barrage like a swarm of missiles, locking onto a great many people. Almost none of those at the very front survived. Under the lotuses' sustained damage, even Dao bodies were as fragile as paper. If they couldn't escape in time, death was their only road. However, the lotus leaves had to strike at the same time as they sealed off and dealt with more than a dozen Ninth Tribulation True Immortals, so only a few areas were truly locked down.
In this outburst of the Bloodrage Golden Lotuses, two members of the Demon Race and one Great Shaman were slaughtered. Mu Han, who had charged at the very front, didn't even escape with his phantom body intact. As for Mu Zhongping's side, the two Ninth Tribulation Ghost Immortals had only just stabilized their cultivation after advancing. Being slaughtered this time sent them back to square one, and only their phantom bodies hurriedly escaped!
Wan Jianlai had forced his way out of the lotus leaves' layers of encirclement at the cost of losing a leg. Seeing the entire vast rear palace ahead blasted open, with jagged cliffs and broken walls continuously whistling down toward the rear mountain, his face was deathly pale. If he hadn't escaped quickly, he would have been dead too!
The fastest to run were An Shouchen and his fellow senior and junior brothers and sisters from the Profound Immortal Sect. They had originally still been within the Golden Lotuses' attack range, but had already escaped the rear palace district. They had certainly been decisive.
As for Yuan Jinghong, he had also brought Junior Sister Lin to the rear palace walls. Throughout this battle, he hadn't made a single move, proving that he was an exceptionally patient man.
After the Golden Lotuses