In the blink of an eye, most of the cultivators who had remained were gone. Luo Yi looked at those still lingering, reluctant to leave, and his expression gradually turned cold.
How could he fail to see the petty schemes practically written across their faces?
As fellow cultivators of the Human Race, he did not want to take lives needlessly.
But for their own good—and to teach them to recognize what they could take and what they could not—Luo Yi intended to make these cultivators, whose greed was a snake trying to swallow an elephant, suffer a little.
His mind made up, he swept his gaze across the cultivators still near the island.
The next instant, they looked as though lightning had struck them.
One after another, they plunged toward the unfathomable Northern Endless Sea below, like dumplings about to be dropped into a pot.
Only when not a single cultivator near the island remained standing did Luo Yi withdraw the pressure of his Divine Soul and flash away into the distance.
The commotion he had caused while undergoing Tribulation Transcendence here had been enormous. A Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse who noticed something amiss might already be on the way.
With strength now nearly comparable to a Third-Tier Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse, he had little to fear from most such powerhouses in the Northern Endless Sea.
But someone beyond his ability to contend with might still be nearby. To be safe, there was no reason to put himself in a Perilous Land.
Besides, without knowing how terrifying the Four-Colored Tribulation might be, he dared not rush into another breakthrough.
If he failed to survive it and died with his Dao extinguished, that would be far too foolish.
Then there was the look Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect Dao Seed Cao Weixiu had given him