It was undeniable that ever since Hua Ci had gained her own inheritance at Mount Ying, she had completely broken free of the shackles of being a Medical Cultivator. As a Medical Cultivator, she could hang up her gourd to aid the world, and she could also kill enemies and exterminate foes. Moreover, whenever she killed, gods did not know and ghosts did not notice.
But in the current situation, Lu Ye did not know what help she could offer.
Outside the Myriad Poison Forest, Lu Ye and more than two hundred Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators faced each other from several hundred zhang away. Lu Ye did not move, and the Myriad Demon Ridge side made no move either. It was not that they did not want to kill Lu Ye; it was simply that they still did not have enough people. If they charged over now, Lu Ye would definitely run.
Continuing to drag things out like this was advantageous to the Myriad Demon Ridge side, because the longer time went on, the more cultivators would gather.
Of course, they hoped even more that Lu Ye would take the initiative to attack. In that case, they could wait at ease for an exhausted enemy, and with two hundred people, no matter what, they could kill this disaster star who made every Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivator unable to sleep or eat in peace.
Flying demon beasts kept coming and going in the sky, transporting Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators over from afar, and the lineup of more than two hundred people continued to expand.
A Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivator shouted, "Lu Yiye, you can't escape. Be good and accept death."
Lu Ye remained unmoved and silently chewed a Healing Pill.
Suddenly, his expression stirred. He raised his eyes and looked toward