The general's thrust sealed the space outside the cavern with a burst of lance light, and he turned and rushed toward the cavern.
But no sooner had he entered than he suddenly stopped in his tracks, staring down at his body in shock. He saw his blood turning into mist, floating out from his pores, visibly shrinking his body. His hands scrambled in the air, trying to grab the escaping blood mist, to no avail.
The blood qi had been utterly extinguished by the cavern's corrosive power, his flesh rapidly rotting and desiccating. He didn't even make it fully into the cavern before becoming a dried-up corpse, and upon the impact of the Netherworld Qi, it all crumbled to ash.
The others rushing toward the cave mouth immediately halted.
The White Tiger Treasure may be great, but one must live to claim it!
This cavern, something's wrong!
