The Terror of Human Weapons Thud! Thud! Thud!
The footsteps fell in perfect unison.
They carried a suffocating pressure.
Meng Yu, the Innately Great Perfection barbarian cultivator, darkened.
He set down his wine cup and cast a gloomy gaze into the depths of the poisonous miasma.
"Rats have gotten in?"
The other four Middle Stage Innate Realm barbarian cultivators also turned to look.
One of them sneered.
He slapped the table and sprang to his feet. "What nerve! Since they've come running here to die, I'll grant them their wish!"
"Go, Marrow-Eating Gu. Suck them dry!"
With a sweep of his sleeve, a cloud of pitch-black gu insects surged toward the depths of the poisonous miasma, blotting out the sky.
The Marrow-Eating Gu was vicious beyond measure.
The moment even a trace touched someone, it could burrow into their body through their pores and gnaw away at their organs.
After releasing the Marrow-Eating Gu, he sat back down.
He lifted his wine bowl and took a great gulp of blood wine.
"Hmph, whoever they are, once they're struck by my Marrow-Eating Gu, they'll turn into a puddle of blood within the time it takes an incense stick to burn!"
The other barbarian cultivators burst into wild laughter.
In their eyes, anyone who dared trespass into Poison Dragon Abyss was simply courting death.
But Meng Yu's brows remained tightly furrowed.
He stared fixedly at that patch of poisonous miasma.
Something was wrong.
Terribly wrong!
Why hadn't there even been a single scream after being struck by the Marrow-Eating Gu?
Not only had the footsteps not paused in the slightest—they were drawing ever closer!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"What's going on?"
The smile on the gu-releasing barbarian cultivator's face froze.
He took a deep breath.
He tried to activate the mother gu within