Standing at his destination, Li Su felt miserable.
He had thought this would be easy work—that he would be back before long and could pick up some merit points along the way.
Instead, the moment he arrived, he was attacked. The subordinates following him surrounded him, then attacked him like they had gone mad.
Though their strength varied widely, and most of them were people with no bright future ahead, once they truly fought, they were astonishingly powerful. They were more than enough to surround and kill an ordinary early Golden Core cultivator.
What was more, Li Su could sense that this group had likely been controlled by someone, just like Wei Mingyou's puppet.
It was only because their minds were too chaotic that he had failed to notice at first.
Looking at the people sprawled all over the ground, Li Su had a headache. Naturally, he could not possibly be taken down by a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators like this. He did not even need to lift his seals; the Three-Headed Six-Armed Demon God Scripture alone was enough.
There were only a hundred or so of them. It did not take long for him to deal with them all, slamming every last one to the ground.
He had not fought seriously. He had merely wanted to knock them unconscious. Unfortunately, the moment they launched their attack, their souls had already begun burning. By the time Li Su sensed that something was wrong, they could no longer be saved.
Of course, if he truly wanted to save them, there was still a way to turn things around. But then there would clearly be no way to explain it. Besides, they were a pack of lunatics who killed people and devoured souls. He had no desire to save them.
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