Though the three Foundation Establishment High Persons, Chang Zhan, Liu Lie, and Cao Zheng, had successfully broken the Thirteen-Road Spirit Snake Formation through their profound cultivation and seamless coordination, the weight in their hearts had not eased at all.
They looked around. Of the two hundred Qi Refining Stage cultivators who had originally followed them, only a little over a hundred and twenty remained.
Every one of them looked exhausted, their spiritual energy severely depleted.
As for the four hundred first-rate martial artists, they had been all but annihilated. Only a scattered few lay collapsed on the ground, their fate unknown, their minds muddled.
"Where are the bodies? Why can't we find even a single corpse?" Chang Zhan exclaimed in alarm.
The bodies of the dead should have littered the ground, yet now not a trace remained.
Cao Zheng's brows knitted tightly, doubt flickering in his eyes. "Could there still be remnants of demonic cultivators in this cave abode? Has that pseudo-core demon's lingering soul not dispersed? Or are some of his personal disciples still alive?"
There was a hint of unease in his voice. Clearly, this situation had caught him off guard as well.
Liu Lie's expression shifted uncertainly. He took a deep breath, striving to calm the turmoil in his heart.
Then he beckoned several Qi Refining Stage cultivators over. "You, hurry outside the cave and check whether the bodies out there are still where they were."
Time seemed to stand still as everyone meditated to recover, quietly awaiting those Qi Refining Stage disciples.
After a while, they came running back in a panic and reported with panicked expressions:
"R-reporting to the Lineage head! The bodies outside the cave-not a single one is left! They've all... all vanished into thin air!"
At these words, the three Foundation Establishment