"They stood back up!"
The cultivators outside shouted as the cultivators previously eroded by the black tide slowly rose from the liquid. Their eyes were initially vacant, then gradually turned bloodshot.
"Kill them all!" They received the command simultaneously, then filed out in a stream and charged at the cultivators on the outskirts.
Yet the strength of those eroded cultivators was not particularly high. As long as several cultivators of the same realm joined forces, they could suppress them.
However, the spiritual power of the eroded cultivators was filled with corrosive force. The moment the spiritual powers of both sides came into contact, those who had been unharmed became infected as well, their eyes turning bloodshot as they whirled around and began slaughtering others.
As the infection spread, more and more cultivators were reduced to puppets.
The moment Zhao Xian saw this scene, she led the three brothers behind her in retreat. Yet their speed was not exceptional, and they could not escape faster than the infection spread.
In less than half an incense stick's time, aside from a very small number still resisting and trying to flee, every cultivator who had come to explore this place had become a puppet, turning it into a one-sided massacre.
Zhao Xian and the members of the Wei Family were surrounded by those eroded cultivators. Only Zhao Xian and Zhao Min remained of the Zhao Family; the other two had become puppets.
The Wei Family had suffered even more terribly. Aside from Wei Long, only he remained. The three stood back-to-back in a circle, staring in terror at the murderous faces before them. Their lives hung by a thread.
Those people gave the three no time to rest and launched their attack at once. In such circumstances, using spiritual power meant being eroded,