In the past, these cultivators had been figures in the Spirit World whose stomps could shake three cities, and casually wiping out tens of thousands of living beings with a wave of the hand had been nothing unusual. Yet now, with the Spirit World's tiny handful of top experts gathered together, they had not even fully reached the territory of the Immortal World when their first battle had ended in a disorderly retreat despite joining forces. For every cultivator present, it was a strange experience, and they were more or less unaccustomed to it.
However, cultivators who could reach such heights naturally possessed exceptionally unyielding minds. Even if they felt uncomfortable, they adjusted themselves sufficiently at the first opportunity. Retreating in the face of difficulty was the wise choice. Even if they wished to fight such a swarm of Qihuang Salivary Rats, they would need to rely on certain terrain conditions—or some other environment favorable to them.
Squeak, squeak, squeak! The Qihuang Salivary Rats that had reached this level possessed extremely high intelligence. A considerable portion of them were already no different from ordinary people, while their physiques were even more formidable. The great host of Mahayana and Tribulation Transcendence cultivators before them was indeed powerful, but their attacks were relatively scattered. In many cases, even when fortune favored them, they could not kill their targets with a single strike.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! One green-glowing liquid sphere after another was spat from the Qihuang Salivary Rats' mouths. Each was the size of a fist, its green radiance blazing. Some shot toward the people opposite like sparks striking flint, while others burst apart directly in midair, transforming into a sheet of green, torrential rain. Whichever method they used, death spread at an astonishing speed. Wherever the green saliva passed, aside from