Outside Scorching Scales Cave, the Foundation Establishment spirit monsters of Coiling Serpent Ridge watched their own ridge lord ride Yin Thunder back to the ridge at top speed. For a moment, they all lost their will to fight.
Even the ridge lord had fled. Wouldn't they be fools to keep fighting for their lives?
The rewards of Coiling Serpent Ridge were not worth dying for.
"Old Snake, the green hills remain, the clear waters flow on. We shall fight another round someday."
Before the old man with vertical eyes and golden pupils from Flowing Rosy Clouds Mountain, a cold-faced young man with long, narrow brows smiled faintly. Billowing black qi spewed from around him, laden with dense poison, corroding all spiritual qi within dozens of yards and forcibly driving back the old man's various spells. Then, like a wisp of black light, he sought to return to the ridge.
"A dog that has lost its home still dares to bark wildly."
Seeing this, the old man snorted. Gray-qi serpents roared around him, hissing endlessly, yet he did not move or pursue the man.
Flowing Rosy Clouds Mountain and Coiling Serpent Ridge had been enemies for a long time. They had already fought several times and understood each other's strength clearly.
This young man was a black scorpion spirit. Though he too was only at the first level of Foundation Establishment, his gifts were astonishing. The Dao Foundation he had cultivated was the Earth-Grade Dao Foundation [Poisonous Venom Abyss]. This Dao Foundation could split open the earth, breed ten thousand poisons, trap and kill enemy cultivators, and corrode away the spiritual qi of all vegetation. It was an exceptionally sinister and tyrannical Dao Foundation.
Moreover, this scorpion was extraordinarily gifted. His body was like armored mail, difficult to wound with blades