Fang Yufei had brought the Golden Core cultivators mainly to run errands and gather intelligence, but in a dangerous place like Cloud Dream Marsh, Golden Core cultivators could hardly be of much use and could easily become a burden.
Fang Yufei had thought that with ten Nascent Soul Cultivators, no major problems would arise. Clearly, she had underestimated the dangers of Cloud Dream Marsh.
A vast swath of foul-smelling black venom shot out of the marsh and came straight at them.
The protective spiritual lights of two Nascent Soul Cultivators came into contact with the black venom and immediately gave off plumes of green smoke. Thick tentacles slammed against their protective spiritual lights, but the lights remained unharmed.
Dense tentacles plastered themselves against the protective spiritual lights, wrapping the two cultivators into enormous balls of flesh as green smoke rose from them.
The flesh balls suddenly exploded, turning into countless tiny chunks of meat that flew in every direction. Roaring flames swept forth, burning those chunks to ash.
With a flip of her hand, Fang Yufei produced a feather fan rippling with red light. Its surface was covered in profound runes and radiated violent fire spiritual energy fluctuations. It was unmistakably a low-grade spiritual treasure.
She gave it a light wave, and every rune on the feather fan blazed brightly. A thick torrent of scarlet flames surged out and struck the tentacles, which immediately emitted green smoke and twisted out of shape.
Fang Qingxue formed a hand seal, and the three White Banners shone brilliantly, pouring out a vast expanse of white chill that spread in all directions. The moment the white chill touched the tentacles, they froze solid.
The old man in green robes unleashed a green banner and gave it a light shake. Howling winds rose as over