The remaining people's gazes were immediately drawn over.
They were all death slaves, true enough, but the dead spirit did not exercise complete control over them.
Thus, they still could not be as indifferent as the dead spirit.
After all, they were fellow disciples.
Yet after watching those few for a moment, everyone still slumped dejectedly.
Even the hostility toward Qin Shaofeng that the dead spirit had subtly planted in their minds was utterly wiped away by the chaos in their hearts.
One captain said, "Junior Brother, this is indeed difficult to handle, but we can't just stand here and watch. You're quick-witted, Junior Brother. Think of what we should do now."
Qin Shaofeng's mind immediately sprang into action.
Since the dead spirit had discovered the problem here and sent all these people to provide support, more reinforcements were surely still on their way.
But since they had not arrived yet, he still had room to maneuver.
Before those people arrived...
He would bury as many as he could.
With that thought, he immediately said, "Since this thing is not afraid of fire or cuts, and can even strike back through some method unknown to us, then let's try using poison."
"Poison?"
Everyone looked over curiously.
They truly had not considered that before.
"Whoever has poison capable of severely corroding or killing plants, release all of it inside and give it a try," he continued directing them.
The space ahead was fundamentally a place where life could not exist.
Yet he wanted them to deal with it as though it were a living thing. He was plainly leading these people to their deaths.
And yet, given the scene before them...
As long as someone did not know the truth, no one could claim his method was useless.
They might even