A thunderous explosion rang out once more. The pitch-black character for "kill" shattered beneath the attacks of the four Titled Douluo.
Countless razor-sharp sword energies shot in every direction, riddling the ground and the crumbling walls around them with holes.
Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Ning Fengzhi finally regrouped.
"Old Bones, how are you?" Chen Xin shouted anxiously.
Gu Rong spat out another mouthful of blood and shakily forced himself to his feet.
"Heh heh, these old bones of mine won't die so easily." An eerie smile appeared on Gu Rong's withered face, though his complexion was somewhat pale.
The muscles on his body had shriveled away, yet his skeletal frame was abnormally massive. He stood a full two and a half meters tall, looking as though he were made entirely of bones.
Sword Douluo let out a slight sigh of relief. He knew his old brother well—if Gu Rong could still laugh, then it was not yet too serious.
Yu Yuanzhen did not continue his assault. With a wave of his hand, the four Titled Douluo and Dugu Bo, five people in all, surrounded Ning Fengzhi and the other two.
The incomparably shrill, terrified screams continued to ring out.
"Sect Master, save me!"
"Elder Chen, save me!"
"Sect Master, I don't want to die!"
Ning Fengzhi turned to look at the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Of the more than two thousand disciples, only a few hundred were still struggling to hold on.
Those of lower strength had died within a few breaths after being poisoned. The ones remaining were all elite disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, yet the poison had already reached their hearts. Their bodies had turned dark green, and death was inevitable.
Moments ago, they had been living, breathing people.