Hearing Li Su's words, though they did not understand why the Myriad Blood Curse Slaughter had failed to take effect, Hua Zhengtian and the others immediately became vigilant, watching him with grave eyes.
Unexpectedly, Li Su did not attack. He simply turned and left.
After all, he had made his move long ago. He had begun three days earlier, and by now, it had long since ended.
Almost at the same moment Li Su turned around, the forty-nine righteous disciples presiding over the Myriad Blood Curse Slaughter collapsed to the ground in agony.
Their mouths hung wide open as though they were drowning, desperately gulping for air.
Yet no matter how they breathed, they could not meet their bodies' needs, and their expressions grew increasingly pained.
It was not just them. In the distance, where Yuan He stood—
All of a sudden, one righteous disciple after another collapsed in agony. They all opened their mouths wide, desperately trying to breathe.
More and more fell.
Before long, over half of the seven thousand cultivators had gone down.
Among them were even quite a few disciples of the Five Greats and the Ten Great Houses.
Faced with this bizarre scene, whether it was Yuan He among the righteous disciples or Hua Zhengtian and the others by the Myriad Blood Curse Slaughter, all of them could not help but have their pupils contract.
The Crimson Mist Sect's chief prodigy moved at once.
She hurried forward almost immediately and began examining the fallen disciples.
Not looking was one thing!
But the instant she did, her pretty face went deathly pale. She immediately looked up and said, "Their lungs!"
"Their lungs have all been contaminated by that same deadly poison from before. Though the amount is not great, it has spread extremely widely, nearly causing