Centered on the battle between those venomous, resentful faces and the golden dragon, the stone wall within a radius of roughly five zhang began changing from blackish-brown to pale green, from the inside out.
In merely ten breaths, that stretch of stone wall had turned light green, and the color continued to deepen.
As the stone wall changed color, the wretched faces that had been fighting the golden dragon with exceptional ferocity seemed like fish slowly losing their lake water.
Traces of terror appeared on those miserable, hate-filled faces.
Both their attack speed and attack power rapidly dwindled.
This allowed the dragon transformed from the golden spear to swallow five or six faces in succession within ten breaths, tearing apart and scattering even more.
As the color within that five-zhang stretch of mountain wall grew ever darker, this destruction continued.
The golden dragon gradually crushed its opponents with the bearing of a slaughterer.
Inside the cave, Mu Guyue still had her eyes closed as she circulated her cultivation technique.
By then, she was drenched in sweat, her breath fragrant as orchids.
Her body either twitched faintly from time to time, or let out unconscious soft gasps and moans, stirring the soul and ensnaring the heart.
At the cave entrance, which had originally vanished, a patch of blue light reappeared above the cave wall.
It was a triangular pattern formed from six beast bones.
The blue light of the beast bones was no longer strong.
Cracks had appeared across the once-crystalline beast bones, and those cracks continued to widen.
To withstand the attacks of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator for more than ten breaths, the formation Mu Guyue had produced was already exceedingly formidable.
Yet Mu Guyue remained half immersed in her cultivation and half trapped in illusion, utterly unaware of