"If you are still alive, I will make you suffer the agony of a kaoli tearing you apart and drinking your blood!"
Han Baiyi thought to himself. The moment he had seen that flash of light, he had concluded that those Nascent Soul cultivators were finished.
Even he had to be careful here, let alone Nascent Soul cultivators. Still, those cultivators had truly been formidable to make it this deep into the stone rain.
That flash of light meant their final defenses had been shattered. With the physical bodies of those Nascent Soul cultivators, they would be pulverized by the dense stone rain in the next instant, leaving not even dregs behind.
Yet since he had already chased them this far, he naturally had to come and see for himself. Above all, he did not believe in such a coincidence—that the moment he arrived, those people had died.
Along the way and near that location, he had indeed seen some magical treasure fragments blown away by the wind. Those cultivators had deserved to be called elite disciples; the grades of those treasures were truly impressive.
Unfortunately, after losing their masters' support of spiritual power, their material strength alone could not endure the continuous, dense bombardment of the stone rain. They had all shattered into fragments.
He had also seen bloodstains and even scraps of flesh left on some of the raining stones, leading him to judge that those foreign cultivators might already be dead.
However, he had not truly seen that flash of light clearly, so he still summoned kaoli ghost creatures to investigate.
After merely probing the area, the several kaoli ghost creatures indicated that traces of aura existed in several directions. At that point, Han Baiyi became even more certain of his guess.
The direction of the stone