Spirit Stream Battlefield, Myriad Poison Forest, inside a wooden hut, Hua Ci idly counted the Myriad Poison Pills in her hand. "Eight, nine, ten..."
Her cultivation differed from everyone else's. Ever since obtaining that inheritance, she had relied on devouring and refining poisons as her primary means of improving her cultivation. The Myriad Poison Forest was undoubtedly an ideal place for her cultivation, for it contained poison mist of the utmost density. However, after reaching Spirit Stream Tier Nine and being temporarily unable to advance to the Cloud River Realm, she could only lower her cultivation again and again to condense Myriad Poison Pills. As a result, more and more Myriad Poison Pills accumulated in her hands. Every single one was a condensation of her cultivation, and once she advanced to the Cloud River Realm in the future, she could absorb them back into herself.
Lu Ye had assumed that the Myriad Poison Pill he had activated was merely Hua Ci's means of killing enemies. Little did he know that it was actually a condensation of her own cultivation.
After condensing that Myriad Poison Pill, Hua Ci had directly fallen from Spirit Stream Tier Nine to Tier Eight. The eruption of an entire tier of cultivation was enough that even Cloud River Realm cultivators could not withstand the corrosion of such vicious poison.
Fortunately, everyone present was in the Cloud River Realm. If Spirit Stream Realm cultivators had been enveloped by such poison mist, they would likely have been wiped out in an instant.
Among those present, Lu Ye was the only one unaffected by the poison mist.
Heavy, chaotic footsteps reached his ears from behind. He halted his forward rush, turned around, and darted toward the source of the sound.
After being chased by several Black Tortoise Sect cultivators