Because of this voice, some people tried to raise their spiritual energy, and their faces also changed drastically: "It's the same for me! I can't raise my spiritual energy either. What's going on? What's going on?"
"Hiss! My legs are so weak! It's as if all the strength in my body has been drained away. Is this a drug?"
For a moment, panicked and horrified voices rang out with fear and helplessness. The monks who were originally standing fell down one after another, and they could not muster any strength at all.
Some people looked at the monks sitting on the ground in shock and astonishment, and asked, "What's going on? What happened to you?"
Those who were still standing tried to raise their spiritual energy and found that there was nothing abnormal about themselves. Seeing their condition, they did not dare to be careless. They confirmed again and again, and finally confirmed that those of them who were still standing were all fine.
"Is this the muscle softening powder? No! That's not right. It's impossible for the muscle softening powder to not be able to raise spiritual energy, and it's impossible for us not to know that we have been drugged! What is this? How could this happen?" Someone fell to the ground and muttered, his face as pale as paper.
"Of course, I want to make sure that none of you can escape!" Bai Qingcheng said, pointing the long sword in his hand diagonally at the ground. With a surge of spiritual energy, the sword energy rushed out with a whoosh and swept towards the surroundings.
The speed was so fast and the sword energy was so fierce that none of those people could escape and died under her sword.
"ah… "
"hiss!"
For a moment, screams and cries were heard continuously, and a strong smell of blood spread around. On the ground, corpses were lying, and some of them had fear and unwillingness on their faces until their death.
"No! Run away!"
Some monks who could still run took a deep breath and ran away, trying to escape from this terrifying place filled with the breath of death. However, Bai Qingcheng was chasing them quickly and fiercely. The sword energy reflected by the sharp sword in her hand attacked from all directions. The shadow of the sword passed through the air like light, and screams were heard wherever it passed.
There were more and more corpses on the ground, and the smell of death became stronger and stronger. The valley was filled with blood and corpses. No matter whether they could escape or not, they would all die in the end.
On the other side, Du Fan and Qi Kang came down from midair. Du Fan looked at the dying white-haired man on the ground and shook his head, fanning him gently with the fan in his hand, saying, "Look at you, why do you have to mess with someone who has something to do with us when you can mess with anyone else?"
The white-haired man on the ground had blood oozing from his mouth. He moved his hands and tried to struggle to get up but he had no strength. He could only lie on the ground and watch the two men standing in front of him looking down at his current miserable situation.
"However, it is your honor to die in our hands." Du Fan said, and moved the fan in his hand. When he was about to kill him, at this moment, the white-haired man lying on the ground had a look of determination and ruthlessness in his eyes. The spiritual energy in his body suddenly surged, and exploded almost in the blink of an eye, making a loud bang.
"Get out of here!" Du Fan's face changed, and he exclaimed, pulling Qi Kang back quickly and falling to the ground.
“Boom!”
There was a loud bang and a strong airflow that suddenly exploded, splattering blood and flesh, and everything within ten meters around was affected by the strong airflow and destroyed into ashes one by one.