Facing an encirclement of over a hundred people, Yuan Gaolang showed no panic. Instead, he sighed softly. "Why not be good and die? You'd spare yourselves some suffering."
Whoosh!
With that, his figure flickered and vanished from the spot.
An instant later, a barely discernible figure darted through the crowd. Every second, several people were sent flying, crashing heavily to the floor and coughing up blood, unable to rise again.
Since Yuan Gaolang had dared to bring out the Marrow-Devouring Essence-Replenishing Pill, he naturally had a way to remain unaffected by it.
In other words, his strength as a five-star Dou Zong had not diminished in the slightest.
Against a group stripped of their Dou Qi, whose physical strength was at best comparable to a Dou Emperor's, he was a fierce tiger among sheep.
Yet his strikes were precisely measured. He merely robbed them of the ability to resist, without killing them.
What Yuan Gaolang sought was the essence of their flesh and blood, so living people were naturally best.
After all, even someone dead for only a second would lose some of that essence, whether a little or a lot.
If he truly wanted to annihilate everyone present, he would not need to go to such trouble. A single Dou Technique would be enough to wipe out a vast swath of them.
Amid the chaos.
Song Jun and He Yanhao, who had looked so resolute earlier, as though nobly marching to their deaths, had already slipped behind the others and were racing toward the main doors.
The lightning net with which He Yanhao had sealed the doors had long since dissolved under the marrow-devouring gas.
The Second Elder, who had been confronting Zhou Changqing in a corner, was equally quick-witted. He charged toward the doors even before Song Jun