Everyone's lips twitched as they looked at the monster that had been smashed into a meat pancake. That was the fate of the arrogant.
But since when had Sect Master Tongtian become so violent?
Just as he was going berserk,
Laozi suddenly appeared behind him and struck the back of his neck with a knife-hand blow.
A Saint's control over his strength was exquisitely precise.
Sect Master Tongtian had been about to resist, but when he saw that it was Laozi, he seemed to understand something in an instant.
He obligingly passed out.
After catching Sect Master Tongtian, Laozi handed him to Flame Emperor Shennong.
"Check his soul. See if something's wrong with it."
"I feel like something is off about his condition."
Then he turned to the other Saints with a grave expression.
"Avoid excessive contact with these monsters. Deal with them using Daoist arts and spells."
The Saints nodded solemnly.
If something really was wrong, then they were in serious trouble. It meant the lingering effects afflicting the Saints were gradually beginning to manifest.
Everyone continued clearing out the monsters.
Flame Emperor Shennong examined every aspect of Sect Master Tongtian's condition.
At that moment, he raised his head with a grave expression and announced an ominous fact.
"The corrosion of his soul has grown more severe."
The Saints said nothing, but none of them felt good about this.
Although they all knew their souls were being corroded, they had never expected it to affect their control over their bodies so quickly.
After all, this thing affected not only their cultivation but also their everyday habits.
Such an insidious invasion was truly a headache.
Now everyone did their utmost to avoid the monsters, harvesting these Dark Lifeforms with all manner of Daoist arts.
The slain creatures dissolved into pools