Everyone knew that crises came hand in hand with opportunities. For a martial artist to keep growing stronger, taking risks was unavoidable.
They had simply overestimated themselves and underestimated the Demon Ancestor.
Before they had run very far, the world around them suddenly went pitch-black.
As Martial Dao Grandmasters, they should have been immune to poisons.
Yet now their steps faltered, and they tumbled to the ground, rolling and convulsing as white foam spilled from their mouths.
"Alas, fate has its way... I never thought that as soon as we entered this Cave Abode, we'd be caught by a great demon!"
"Waaah, I want to go home! I have elderly parents and young children to support. It took everything I had to reach the Martial Dao Grandmaster realm. I don't want to die like this!"
"I don't want to die!"
Watching the three figures approaching unhurriedly in the distance, one of the martial artists let out a wail, struggling desperately to get back to his feet.
But all their efforts were in vain.
Even those who had been hiding their strength managed only a few staggering steps before collapsing to the ground again.
"Fellow Human Race cultivators, stop struggling on the brink of death. The poison I specially prepared for the Human Race's Void Refinement Realm experts isn't something a bunch of juniors at the Martial Dao Grandmaster level like you can neutralize. Don't waste your strength!"
Looking at the human martial artists struggling on the brink of death, the Brocade Tiger wore a playful smile.
After teasing them with a couple of laughs, it turned to the two demons behind it. "Lie Wanlong, Brother Flame Wave, enjoy yourselves. These people are too weak, so there's no need to save any for me!"
With that, the Brocade Tiger turned around,