Night Does Not Enter

"Get up! Set up defenses immediately. Here in Venom Snake Valley, I refuse to believe we can't handle one brat!" Poison God waved his hand at Fan Xiong and ordered.

"Yes!" Fan Xiong rose and immediately retreated.

The deeper one went into the valley, the more members of the Myriad Poison Sect there were. It wasn't quite a guard every hundred paces, but there was certainly a post every thousand.

Luo Yunji's hands had grown soft from killing; eventually, physically exhausted and his internal spiritual energy nearly depleted, he was forced to stop.

Fan Xiong, positioned in the rear, learned of this and excitedly led a large group of disciples to rush over.

Seeing Luo Yunji, whose clothes remained spotless while his hands and feet were stained crimson with blood, Fan Xiong was still taken aback.

Yan Hui also stood behind Luo Yunji, panting heavily, trying his best to stand tall. This was the most thrilling and exciting day he had experienced in all his years.

He had never felt this exhilarated.

To kill until one's hands grew weak—and he had been killing people who were completely defenseless. But today, everyone he killed was a cultivator!

This was a military achievement, a tangible merit! After this battle, whether it was fame or status, both would soar. Even if he were to die here today, it would be worth it.

"Ignorant child! You dare to come to my Myriad Poison Sect alone to cause trouble! You've got some nerve!" Seeing their exhausted figures, Fan Xiong paced triumphantly, looked at Luo Yunji, and sneered.

"I have enough to kill you!" Luo Yunji retorted with equal mockery.

"Arrogant!" Fan Xiong said, summoning his magic treasure to strike at Luo Yunji.

Seeing this, a mocking smile curled the corners of Luo Yunji's lips. Who