There were still plenty of madmen in the demonic path—people like Zuo Zheng, and the Dao cultivator in the Enlightenment stage before us. They all harbored anti-human thoughts. They treated people as less than human, so they were always thinking of defying Heaven and cultivating abilities ordinary people did not possess. After all, the world of profound cultivation was freer, more brutally ruled by the strong, and utterly indifferent to how cruel the outcome might be.
"It blew up! Look! The flesh is flying!" That person looked as if she had been possessed, completely unconcerned about what so many of us might do to her.
"Madwoman! I'll kill her!" A disciple beside us began chanting a spell and charged forward, only for Yu Tianxiao to seize him. "Don't go! It's a minefield ahead!"
The disciple froze, then came fully to his senses. That did not stop cultivators skilled in long-range spells, however. All kinds of dazzling techniques immediately flew forward, but the other party was too far away. By the time the spells arrived, she had already fled far away!
"Have the Heaven-Devouring Ghost Emperor and Blood Domain Sword Emperor clear the mines! Red Silken Imperial Daughter, kill her. Yuer, send the Mourning Ghosts up as well." Once a cultivator reached the Enlightenment stage, falling meant becoming a ghost. These bombs were all equipped with Soul-Piercing Nails. Once they exploded, anyone struck by them would have their souls scattered and spirits annihilated. The Three Paths of Ghosts were split souls from another realm and were unaffected. Even if they were injured, only a wisp of the true deity-ghost's split soul over there would be harmed. I had also paid Dao blood as the price for that wisp of split soul, so the Three Paths of Ghosts obeyed me unconditionally.
Boom!