And this was only the beginning. Ferocious killing intent swept over them like a tide, rapidly intensifying.
The three heavily wounded Dao Palace Realm cultivators ultimately failed to escape and were blown apart on the spot.
Only the half-step Divine Bridge Realm cultivator from Heavenly Wolf Valley managed to flee the poolside after coughing up several mouthfuls of blood.
But it had merely escaped long enough to catch its breath. Its body was crisscrossed with over a dozen bloody gashes, each deep enough to expose bone. It had even lost half a foot and an arm along the way, its vital energy utterly depleted.
Worse still, the killing intent clung to it like a shadow, sweeping through the surroundings without letting it go.
"Senior He, save me!" the half-step Divine Bridge cultivator cried out in terror.
Such injuries had nearly killed it. If not for the secret treasure protecting its head, it would have gone cold just like the rest of its body.
But if no one gave it a hand now, death still awaited it.
Yet He Chuan and Xie Wei did not even look back as they shot into the distance.
The two had also been struck as if by lightning. They could barely save themselves—who had the spare capacity to care about it?
That killing intent was too terrifying. It had solidified into substance, like countless blades piercing straight into bone marrow and soul. There was nowhere to hide.
"No!"
It screamed in despair, only to be sliced into thousands of fragments the instant even fiercer killing intent engulfed it.
Its unwillingness became a rain of blood, watering the Nether Spirit Soil beneath its feet.
It added another streak of red to this land filled with boundless killing intent.
"Urgh—"
Only after fleeing nearly a hundred zhang