There were already sounds of fighting outside Jun Lin Hall. Hundreds of sacrificial warriors attacked Jun Lin Hall from different directions. Fortunately, Mo Aotian had been on guard and had devised a countermeasure.
If the people from Jun Lin Hall fought against the sacrificial warriors, they would die.
Although the sacrificial warriors had human features, could breathe, and felt pain, none of them were afraid of dying. They could not speak and had been immersed in poison since they were young.
They were immune to common poisons and were more difficult to kill with swords than ordinary people.
However, the people from Jun Lin Hall were still superior to them. Half of the sacrificial warriors had died in less than half an hour.
Qian Jiyun stood on the roof with An Jiuyue and looked at the brightly lit surroundings.
