As the night fell, after Lu Yang dug up the Herbal Celestial Grass, the Golden Core cultivators were left uncontrolled, lying quietly in the swamp.
If anyone happened to venture here, they would be scared off by the sight of the corpses scattered across the field, suspecting something strange and turning to run away.
A grey figure descended lightly, picking up the useless roots of the Herbal Celestial Grass; their brows furrowed at the disorderly scene.
"Who's responsible for this!"
Fury surged in his heart as his years of preparation were destroyed in an instant. He needed to find an explanation for this.
He was distant in the Demon Territory, but the moment he lost sensations of the Herbal Celestial Grass, he rushed over instantly.
It was a pity that it was already too late. The Herbal Celestial Grass had been plucked away by someone else.
"Rewind!"
He formed complex, ancient seals with both his hands, moving so fast that they produced ghostly afterimages.
