Those bamboo leaves linked together, forming an emerald spear that shot toward his neck.
Feeling the Divine Power and laws within him suppressed outright, he was startled, but what alarmed him even more was the spear already within arm's reach.
The sharp spearhead reflected in his pupils, and his heart suddenly seemed about to stop.
At the edge of the bamboo forest.
Zhan Shuyu simply could not stand it anymore. More than half a day had passed, and he asked Di Chuan directly:
"Hey, Di Chuan, aren't you going in yet? What are you waiting for?"
But Di Chuan turned a deaf ear to him, merely staring fixedly at the Green Bamboo Forest before him and saying softly:
"They're coming out!"
"What?"
Zhan Shuyu had barely asked when he saw several cultivators hurtle backward out of the bamboo forest.
Every one of them bore injuries of varying severity, and every one of them had inexplicably fallen unconscious.
Xu Shuo was among them as well. His injuries were the worst, with several places on his body pierced straight through by sharp weapons.
Seeing their masters in such a state, their attendants immediately hurried forward and took them back to their cave abodes.
Zhan Shuyu could not help swallowing. Had he followed them inside earlier, there would have been one more figure among those sprawled on the ground.
Some disciples who had arrived later were also intimidated by the sight of such carnage.
They had no intention of advancing.
But one person was an exception. A ruthless glint flickered in Di Chuan's eyes, and he reached into the void.
A long saber surging with a blood-colored aura appeared in his hand.
His previously tranquil aura changed as well. Ripples stirred through the void beneath his feet, and he charged straight inside.