Of course, Horse-Face Ghost still did not speak to bolster everyone's confidence. He merely used facts to shatter their fantasy of retreat.
With a stomp of one foot, black waves of qi surged beneath him. Dense Yin Sha Deathly Qi billowed forward like rolling tides, while cold white frost spread layer upon layer, turning the ink-dark earth frost-white.
Before it could fall upon the Poison Mountain crawling with venomous insects, it was cleaved in two by a dark-green blade-like limb that extended from underground and shot into the sky. In an instant, the Yin Sha Qi was dyed and tainted dark green, its toxicity astonishing.
The frost-white ground dissolved back into a dim black.
This was a clash of Grandmaster-level power.
Yan Libing was greatly alarmed. Though helpless inside, he had no other choice and said,
"Everyone, it seems there is something mysterious within this Poison Mountain. The moment we entered this place, some dangerous thing secretly launched an ambush against us. If not for Senior Ma's intervention, our lives would have been lost. Stop entertaining fantasies and prepare to resist the danger that is about to arrive!"
He, too, felt lingering fear. Although he possessed a handwritten manuscript by a medieval Confucian scholar, gifted to him by his great Confucian teacher, capable of sealing a Great Grandmaster-level expert and wielding the decisive power to settle all with one blow, it still required some time to activate.
If that blade-like limb hidden beneath the earth, intangible and purposeless yet capable of cutting down all things and extinguishing all life, had struck in an instant, he would not even have had time to activate the Confucian manuscript before being killed. What use would any number of Trump Cards have been then?
Thus, at this very moment, Yan Libing truly felt as