The atmosphere in the Qin army's main camp was anything but relaxed.
Though they had slain several enemy Cultivators in formation and gravely wounded Lu Yue, Li Jing, Jinzha, Muzha, Leizhenzi, and Wei Hu had all been infected with plague poison and lay collapsed inside the tent, their bodies now and then flushing with an ominous blue-black hue.
Jiang Ziya fed them the immortal pills he carried one by one, but could only keep them from dying; he could not root out the plague poison.
Several days later, from the direction of the allied army, a ghastly green miasma suddenly shot into the sky and swiftly spread.
Lu Yue's voice rang through both armies' camps: "Chan Sect, Literary Sect, do you dare come break into my 'Plague Formation'?"
At the same time, an even more troublesome matter occurred.
Not only did signs of vomiting, fever, and festering skin begin to appear among the soldiers of the Qin army on the front line, but even in the rear territory of the Qin State, urgent reports came one after another: evil illnesses had suddenly broken out in many cities and towns, spreading with extreme speed, leaving people's hearts in panic.
Qin Chancellor Wei Ran sent an urgent military report from Xianyang, stating that if the front-line war went poorly, or if the epidemic could not be controlled, they could consider withdrawing the troops for the time being.
Jiang Ziya's face was dark and heavy.
Though the God-Smiting Whip could restrain Lu Yue, the situation inside the Plague Formation was unknown, and he did not dare barge in recklessly.
Yang Jian and Nezha did not fear ordinary plague poison, but facing a poison formation laid down by a Daluo Golden Immortal, the two of them going there would be no different from seeking