"Have they... planted control restrictions inside the bodies of all the low-level cultivators in the entire sect?"
On the other side, Li Yan watched the scene before him change abruptly, and felt the pressure on him surge rapidly, multiplying by the moment. These people's cultivation was low, but with thousands upon thousands launching suicidal attacks, the rate at which Li Yan's magical power was consumed instantly shot up.
He whipped his head around and looked above the overwhelming tide of snow behind him. Among the figures flashing swiftly back and forth there, one happened to turn and look at him at that very moment.
In that person's eyes, Li Yan saw endless hatred and killing intent, as if he wanted to hack him into a thousand pieces.
"Heng Qing!"
Li Yan and the others had long since obtained the appearances of the main cultivators inside the Qianyu Sect through soul-searching. He recognized the man at a glance—it was the current sect master. When the other party looked at him now, those words of slaughter he had just spoken seemed even more as if they had been meant specifically for Li Yan.
However, Li Yan was inwardly startled and doubtful at this moment. He had also noticed that apart from Heng Qing, the eyes of the final remaining Void Refinement Realm cultivator did not have that same crimson hue.
This Qianyu Sect—or to be precise, this branch of the Yin-Yang Chaos Sect—used methods so vicious that they had actually planted control restrictions on every cultivator other than the sect's upper echelon.
Such bottomless methods were something even those evil sects would not necessarily use on their own disciples. Once this matter became known, who would still join the sect? This was nothing less than severing their own inheritance!
What Heng Qing