The Earth Fire Compound Arrays exploded one after another, dazzling as fireworks. Amid the Qian Family cultivators' cries for their fathers and mothers and their panicked, stampeding flight, the scene was exceedingly lively.
Having eaten and drunk his fill, Mo Hua nodded, thoroughly satisfied.
Other demon hunters stood watch at the mine entrance as well. Seeing the Qian Family cultivators' miserable state, they all cheered.
"Great blast!"
"Make it blow even louder!"
The pent-up frustration from the Qian Family's repeated ambushes and harassment over the past days was swept away in one stroke.
Elder Yu also found it immensely satisfying and cursed the Qian Family from top to bottom once more.
Now that the demon hunters had finally caught their breath, the pressure fell upon the Qian Family cultivators.
Should they fight or not?
If they charged in, they would be blasted until they pissed themselves and crawled away. If they did not fight, they would be handing the Spirit Mine over to others on a silver platter.
Either way, it was something the Qian Family could not accept.
The next day, the Qian Family cleared up the battlefield and carried their wounded back for treatment.
There had originally only been many injuries, with few deaths.
Yet some of the injured cultivators were intercepted by demonic beasts on their way back.
Following the scent of blood, the demonic beasts found them. The heavily wounded Qian Family cultivators had barely left the battlefield before entering the beasts' bellies.
Qian Hong, the Qian Family head, flew into a rage and ordered that they take the Spirit Mine no matter what!
The Qian Family man who received the order felt tremendous pressure and could only rack his brains in a camp outside Nameless Peak.
The man was named Qian Zhuang. He was from