A murky green poison gas continuously drifted up from the very center of the Four Symbols Sect's experts.
Yet amid the goose-feather snowstorm, it rose no more than three meters before the snowflakes thoroughly swept it back down.
This caused what should have been a scene of heaven's sorrow and earth's misery to instead appear utterly ordinary.
If one did not carefully probe that area with divine sense, it would have been difficult to detect the disturbance here at all.
The battle continued without end.
Shouts of killing, shrieks of agony, and the ceaseless thunderous booms of divine lightning rang out, even drowning out the cries of some people in the central area.
With no experts noticing, Qin Shaofeng had an even more delightful time.
After using the Tian Xuan Star Power Art and Ghost Three Slashes, at most, he could only kill a dozen or so people in a single breath.
Once he used poison, the results immediately became entirely different.
As the area blanketed by the poisonous mist expanded, more than a dozen, even several dozen system notifications sounded almost every moment.
With such encouragement, he naturally became more and more exhilarated.
As for nonsense about poisoning being an affront to heaven's harmony, Qin Shaofeng did not take any of it to heart.
The enemy had already killed their way to his doorstep. If he still had to fuss over all sorts of messy principles with them, that would be the real sickness of the brain.
With everyone else none the wiser, Qin Shaofeng slaughtered to his heart's content, truly reveling in it.
Before he knew it.
The time it took to drink a cup of tea had already passed.
Qin Shaofeng had nearly hollowed out the middle of the Four Symbols Sect's formation.
When he looked back,