Inside the Mine Cave, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses lay everywhere.
The Cultivators who had truly died beneath Lu Ye's saber accounted for only a portion of them.
Some had died to the initial Formations, some to each other's accidental attacks, and even more to the erosion of the poisonous mist...
The toxicity of the three Myriad Poison Pills Lu Ye had activated this time was fiercer than he had anticipated. The lower a Cultivator's cultivation, the weaker their resistance to deadly poison.
This was especially true for Cultivators below Tier Five. Even after taking Detoxification Pills, they had no resistance whatsoever to the poisonous mist.
And Cultivators below Tier Five made up the largest number.
At first, they had merely felt their Spiritual Power stagnate, their limbs turn limp and weak, and their heads grow dizzy. But as time passed and the poison took effect, their vitality rapidly drained away, until they silently became corpses.
Those still standing were all Cultivators above Tier Five, yet no matter how high their cultivation, they all felt exhausted and powerless.
Gradually, the screams and cries of alarm in the Mine Cave became sparser. It was not because Lu Ye had stopped killing, but because fewer and fewer people remained alive.
The dense poisonous mist also gradually thinned, allowing people to slowly make out the scene several yards away.
Somewhere in the Mine Cave, Ming Zhe's face was covered in a layer of emerald green, with several Sacred Universe Spiritual Land Cultivators behind him.
They had originally numbered dozens, yet only a few remained at this moment... The rest all lay on the ground, some slain, others poisoned to death.
Though they were still alive, every one of them looked terrified. One female Cultivator, frightened beyond measure, was softly sobbing.
Ming Zhe