Many people were extremely shocked. However, looking at the blood that kept raining from the sky, they were also frightened. They realized that the enemy was abnormally strong.
Among these people, there were three figures who were even more terrified. Their bodies trembled as they looked at the figure that was charging at them.
"How… How dare he..." Mo and the other two from the Spirit Silkworm Mountain gathered together, their faces incomparably pale.
They were the three Spirit Silkworm Mountain cultivators who were planted with the Soul Seed Spell by Jiang Ming in the stone hall. They took advantage of Jiang Ming's absence while he was cultivating the Hundred Tribulations Sacred Body in the stone palace and fled all the way to this camp. They wanted to wait for Jiang Ming to die in the ruins so that the spell could dissipate naturally.
However, no matter how they thought about it, they did not expect to see this terrifying murderous demon again in this camp.
"Hmm?" In the sky, Jiang Ming also sensed the soul seed's aura. He immediately smiled. What a coincidence.
Blood rained down constantly. Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators from various major forces continued to fight in the sky. However, no one could withstand even one of Jiang Ming's attacks.
Corpses fell one after another. None of the cultivators who came up was Jiang Ming's match. They were all killed in the blink of an eye.
Blood rained down, dyeing the snow red. Gradually, no one dared come out.
The hundreds of figures that remained stood in the camp's protective array formation in fear, not daring to take another step. Many of them even held their breaths and were so shocked that they did not dare even utter a word.
"Such grand headquarters! However, why are there only this many experts guarding it?" Jiang Ming was a little puzzled and muttered to himself. He felt that these people were not as strong as those veterans who chased him into the snow forest.
However, his words made the cultivators below unable to help but reveal angry expressions. They stared at him, and their auras fluctuated.
When had the cultivators of the high and mighty grotto-heavens and blessed lands ever been looked down upon like this?
However, no one dared rush out of the protective array formation because the powerhouse in front of them was terrifying. These experienced cultivators of the grotto-heavens and blessed lands were in disbelief.
Why would there be such a terrifying powerhouse in the Foundation Establishment Realm?
"Have they all gone out to explore, leaving only a few experts in the camp? I even killed a group of them just now. Now, there's almost no one left," Jiang Ming muttered.
The moment those words left his mouth, the expressions of everyone below changed drastically as they looked at him in horror. They could not contact the cultivators who had left earlier. Had they all been killed?
How was this possible?
For a moment, the camp was in chaos.
In the deepest part of the camp, there were a few figures with calm expressions. They watched this scene as if it had nothing to do with them.
"These forces are still useful. Come out and deal with them!" among the few of them, a youth with delicate features spoke up and said indifferently.
"Yes, sir!" A middle-aged man nodded respectfully and turned around to walk to the periphery of the camp. Soon, he arrived at the front. He jumped up and stood in the sky, separated from Jiang Ming by a light screen.
"Fellow cultivator, enough is enough." The middle-aged cultivator's gaze was steady as he slowly said, "Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences if you offend someone you shouldn't!"
"Hmm?" Jiang Ming originally felt a little bored. However, when he heard this, he was stunned. Then, his eyes lit up with interest.
Someone interesting had finally come.
