Boom!
The moment a figure appeared above the lake, the entire body of water instantly boiled. The pale yellow lake water surged upward, forming pillars hundreds of yards tall.
"Aah!"
The first cultivator splashed by the lake water let out an unbearably shrill scream. Blood-red runes instantly covered his skin—each one a vicious curse.
Before everyone's eyes, the curses turned into disgusting worms that frantically gnawed at the cultivator, making a series of cracking sounds.
In less than a breath, all that remained of him was a pile of broken white bones, which tumbled into the lake.
"Hiss!"
Every cultivator who witnessed the scene drew a sharp breath. Even Li Yi and Mirror Demon felt their scalps prickle.
The one who had just died was no ordinary cultivator. He was a King, a figure of supreme status in the Eternal World, yet he had perished so easily. How could anyone remain calm?
"Mirror Demon, gather up the others!" Li Yi said gravely.
In this treacherous environment, sending the Witch God Sect cultivators onward would be tantamount to certain death. Even if Li Yi activated the power in his left hand, he wouldn't be able to save them in time.
Mirror Demon furrowed his brow. "Sect Master, the Underworld Realm has cut off all contact with the outside world. I can't send them into my Divine Kingdom."
"Besides, some inexplicable force is pressing down on the space here. I can only create an unstable pocket dimension to hold them, and it'll last for an hour at most. If we haven't crossed the lake by then and can't release them, they'll be lost in the Space Turbulence, with almost no hope of survival."
Li Yi glanced at the lake ahead, thick with killing intent, and narrowed his eyes. "This method carries risks,