A piercing whistle tore through the air as enormous wind blades shot toward them, accompanied by hundreds of yellow tornadoes sweeping in.
Countless gray stones were swept high into the sky. The yellow tornadoes moved rapidly, growing larger and larger until they blotted out the sun, as if the world were ending.
At almost the same moment, at Immortal Grass Market Town.
Shi Lang stood amid a heap of rubble, gazing at the corpses strewn across the ground. His brows were knitted, his gaze gloomy. If looks could kill, he would have slaughtered tens of thousands already.
His robes were in tatters, and he was covered in dust, looking rather disheveled.
Demon Lord Wanlang stood nearby, and he was hardly in better shape.
After finally killing the cultivators guarding the market town, they had planned to enter Immortal Grass Market Town and seize the Rare Spirit Herbs. Who could have guessed that the moment they stepped inside, they would trigger a self-detonation formation? Most of the disciples and subordinates who had come with them were killed or wounded.
Li Xuan seemed to have anticipated their arrival. He had laid a self-detonation formation in advance, using an Integrated Body Bean Soldier as bait to lure them into a deadly trap.
Aside from Immortal Grass Market Town, the Demonic Dao Cultivators who had attacked the Qu and Shen families had run into something similar. They had finally broken through the clans' Protective Arrays, only to trigger self-detonation formations and suffer heavy casualties.
"Li Xuan, Shi Yue, very good. You two are very good," Shi Lang said through gritted teeth.
Since entering the Cultivation World, he had never been played for a fool like this. He was furious. Li Xuan and Shi Yue had joined forces to slap him in the face, and