This Guy Isn't Crazy, Is He?

The Huntian Sacred Hall Mystic Realm, the place where the eight-person squad from the Nine Provinces was located, had long since become an Asura Hell. The Corpse Race's broken bodies and rotting flesh piled up into mountains, and the blood flowing out gathered into rivers.

The greatest crisis had already passed. As reinforcements from the Nine Provinces continued to arrive, the pressure on this side rapidly eased.

By now, atop that mountain of corpses, eight figures stood tall, and no Corpse Race dared come to harass them again.

Looking out in every direction, they saw portals blooming everywhere like flowers, and saw many Nine Provinces cultivators charging out from within them, forming battle formations and fighting the Corpse Race in bloody combat.

The situation here was also noticed by quite a few Nine Provinces cultivators. After recognizing Lu Ye and the others, then looking at their terrifying battle record, all of them were amazed and admiring.

"I can't go on..." Feng Rulie's excitement had passed, and only now did he feel aching pain all over his body. On top of that, he had been afflicted with Origin Corpse Poison, causing even his face to be covered in an abnormal yellow layer. "I have to hurry and find Fellow Daoist Hua, or I'll turn into Corpse Race later."

As he said this, he carried his long spear and leapt up from the corpse mountain, rushing toward the portal to the Huntian Sacred Hall Mystic Realm.

"Together, together!" Lü Qing said, following Feng Rulie's figure.

Ying Wuji and Yang Yuan also hurriedly left.

Even Mu Qingyun gave Lu Ye a slight nod before soaring into the sky.

In the earlier great battle, four of the eight-person squad had been afflicted with Origin Corpse Poison, and afterward Mu Qingyun had not been spared