"You will only die with those four now. Let's find them. Let's see what is so special about that Soul Sea Realm cultivator you spoke of.
But before that... there's no need for the others. I think you alone will be enough to give me all the answers I want."
The moment the lion finished speaking, Bo Wen, the monk, along with all the early-stage Heavenly King cultivators and void reversion cultivators, turned into bloody mist on the spot. They weren't even able to scream, much less react.
Jiang Hao was stunned, as he hadn't seen any kind of attack. It was as if they burst under mere pressure—whether it was spiritual pressure or something else, he didn't know.
But one thing was certain—it was definitely some kind of restrictive power. After all, even the cultivator who had tried to commit suicide earlier hadn't been able to.
The blood mist didn't fall to the ground. Instead, it gathered together, forming a blob of blood that moved towards the lion, who ate it like a delicacy.
