Febrile Disease School

Hearing Sun Renbing's rebuke, the Plague Lord did not care in the slightest and continued, "Our Demon Realm thirsts for talent. This is your only chance. Once tomorrow comes, when the great sun hangs high over the Saint Origin Continent, it will be too late even if you wish to defect! To prove my sincerity, I will withdraw the guards. You may come to the cave where I reside at any time."

After the Plague Lord finished speaking, he waved a hand. Tens of thousands of Demon Barbarians climbed up the mountain, leaving the only path leading to the mountainside and vanishing into the green mist.

"You may come up the mountain at any time." After saying that, the Plague Lord also vanished into the green mist.

"Is this... an empty-city stratagem?" Sun Renbing asked in confusion.

Zhang Zilong carefully examined the green mist in the mountain, then let out a heavy sigh. "The Plague Lord delayed us for far too long before. Now, the power of his avatar has recovered considerably. He may not be able to kill us, but neither can we charge into the mist and kill him. He has nothing to fear!"

"Even your Medical Book cannot do anything?"

"No. At least one Grand Academician of the Medical School must come in person to lead us inside now. The closer we get to the Plague Lord's avatar, the stronger the Plague Force becomes. Even if we join forces and release our Medical Books, we will certainly die before reaching the mountainside. Everything is already too late. We can only wait for a Half-Sage's rescue."

"Why does the Plague Lord not throw the thickest poisonous mist around him at us and kill us all?"

"He needs the thick mist to nourish himself. If he uses it, the