In Blood Feast Valley, the place had been silent year-round, but today, it was far more bustling than usual.
"What the hell are you doing? Fill the gap, now!"
"Don't panic! This beast has already exposed a weakness!"
"Move aside, move aside! I'm giving this thing a big one!"
A group of cultivators of varying appearances, all bearing the peculiar scars left by blood demon parasites, had surrounded something. At the center of their encirclement, a blood demon could clearly be seen roaring and thrashing without cease.
The sight was remarkably strange.
Normally, cultivators who had suffered blood demon poison would be left with an extremely deep psychological shadow toward blood demons. Even after expelling the toxins remaining in their bodies, they would still feel especially weak whenever they encountered one again.
Not to mention that these cultivators before them still carried dense blood demon poison within their bodies. If the enemy seized an opportunity to stir its activity, they would likely collapse on the spot, one after another.
Yet the situation before them was completely unlike that.
The cultivators infected with blood demon poison darted back and forth, using the increased mobility granted by the strengthening of their blood qi after the blood demon's power had entered their bodies to evade its attacks.
Their footwork was steady, their gazes clear, and there was not the slightest hint of panic.
Most eye-catching of all were the Spirit Guns in their hands.
Under their wielders' control, those strangely shaped Spirit Guns drew in spiritual power in varying amounts.
Then, through the conversion techniques within the gun bodies and the spirit stones stored inside beforehand, bullets flickering with lightning and fire were continuously sprayed out within a few breaths.
Lightning and fire were inherently the most yang and unyielding forces between heaven