Geniuses fell to corruption, slaughtering one another until their Dao Hearts completely collapsed and they became vessels for the Demonic Path.
The situation was far more dire than Mo Hua had imagined.
"Find the others as quickly as possible," Mo Hua said gravely.
Perhaps others did not matter, but he could not abandon the junior martial brothers who had spent day and night beside him, fighting shoulder to shoulder with him.
If they did not find them soon, then once the Evil Array continued operating and the Blood Mist kept spreading, not a single one of them would escape. Evil Thoughts would invade their minds, plunging them into bloody slaughter. They would either kill or be killed. In the worst-case scenario, Evil Spirits might even eat their brains, turning them into puppets of Evil Thoughts—mindless flesh, like Walking Corpses and Walking Meat. The consequences would be unthinkable.
Knowing the severity of the matter, Situ Jian and the others nodded with grave expressions.
Without hesitation, Mo Hua spread out his Divine Consciousness, sensed his surroundings, and rolled a copper coin between his fingers as he silently calculated causality, searching for traces of the other Void Gate disciples.
A moment later, Mo Hua's gaze darkened slightly. "Follow me."
He then activated his Movement Technique, trailing a streak of watery light as he fled straight toward a perilous Withered Forest.
The others promptly activated their Movement Techniques and followed.
Once they entered the Withered Forest, the Blood Mist grew thicker and the miasma deeper. Brambles were stained with blood, slowly writhing like bloodthirsty snakes and insects.
Even more Blood-colored Leeches drifted among the trees.
Mo Hua's gaze sharpened. Turning around, he warned them, "Walk behind me. Do not take a single wrong step."
"Yes!"
The others nodded. They could not see the blood-colored