The Poison Restriction sandstorm that covered an area of 50 kilometers enveloped the holy city. From afar, this city that had witnessed the history of the two races was a blur, as though doomsday had descended.
The invasion of the anomalous substances here caused countless buildings to crumble apart and countless lives to wither. What was even more terrifying was mutation.
As the anomalous substances in the bodies of a large number of people from the two races surpassed the critical point, they would either collapse into meat pulp or transform into mutated beasts that would kill anyone they saw.
Death was everywhere.
However, compared to this, the Poison Restriction was the most direct manifestation. Regardless of whether it was mutated beasts or cultivators, whether they were alive or dead, even buildings couldn't escape its power.
The mirrors of the Mirror Image Race turned black and lost their luster.
The Heavenly Mask Race's body turned into blood and their life force was extinguished.
Wails, mournful cries, and roars of pain pieced together to form the melody of the funeral music. This tune surrounded Xu Qing, moving forward with his figure that was hidden like a ghost assassin.
Every time he attacked, another note would be added to the tune.
Every time he killed, an additional melody would be added to the funeral song.
The dagger in his hand wasn't tainted by blood because all the blood from the slaughter flowed down the dagger and onto Xu Qing's arm, dyeing his clothes red.
His white robe had long turned blood-red and stuck to his body.
Xu Qing was already used to this feeling.
He continued to move in the fog, harvesting lives one after another. The cries of agony went unheeded by him; he had no intention of showing mercy by granting them release from their suffering. Xu Qing was not one to offer such kindness.
In his mind, the image of Firefly City in the darkness appeared. The scenes there seemed to make his speed even faster.
As for the minced meat in the metal cages, it made him grip the dagger even tighter.
This lasted until the memory froze on Panyan's small face. Xu Qing flashed past a Heavenly Mask Race cultivator and hot blood landed on his hand.
"This is not enough."
Xu Qing mumbled and retreated. The instant he fused into the fog, six figures rushed over to where he was previously, stirring up rumbling sounds.
Those six figures were all at the fourth or fifth tribulation of the Nascent Soul realm and emitted powerful fluctuations. All of their eyes revealed hatred and their expressions were filled with malevolence and anger.
They were in charge of chasing after Xu Qing but in this city filled with the Poison Restriction, they couldn't find any traces of Xu Qing at all. Even if they occasionally discovered his energy fluctuations, it would be like now, impossible to lock on to.
At the same time, they had to do their best to resist the invasion of the Poison Restriction. Fortunately, it hadn't been long and they could still hold on. However, it was inevitable that the six of them would fall to it sooner or later.
Xu Qing never fought them head-on.
His target had been very clear from the start. It was the plaza between the two palaces in the city.
Duanmu Zang was there.
Xu Qing's identity as a member of the Black Heaven Race and his words when he attacked were all to hide his race and goal.
Only then could he save Duanmu Zang when the enemy was caught off guard and they wouldn't be able to use Duanmu Zang to threaten him.
After all, using a human to threaten the Black Heaven Race was too far-fetched.
Of course, the key to achieving this was time. If the two races had time to react and investigate, there would be some flaws they could see from Xu Qing's actions.
However, right now, there weren't much flaws to see through.
Xu Qing's speed was very fast. He sped through the poison fog and approached the plaza in the center of the city. With the help of the poison fog, he sensed Duanmu Zang, who was lying on the verge of death and his entire body was covered in the Poison Restriction.
It was very difficult for Xu Qing to have a fine control over such dense poison fog, so he couldn't make them ignore Duanmu Zang.
However, Duanmu Zang also had an advantage. He had been poisoned before and Xu Qing had neutralized it. Hence, compared to the cultivators of the two races, he more or less had some resistance in his body.
Although this resistance couldn't protect him from the poison, it could allow him to last longer.
However, no matter how meticulous a plan was, it was still difficult to make it flawless in such a hurry.
Although Xu Qing had changed his identity and concealed his motive, the timing of appearance which matched the timing of when Duanmu Zang was being refined still caused some cultivators from the two races to make guesses and choose to wait here.
However, due to the interference of uncertain factors and the invasion of the poison fog, not many cultivators from the two races were waiting here right now.
A cold glint flashed in Xu Qing's eyes as he stared at the few figures appearing in the dim fog in front of him.
He charged forward.
He instantly arrived behind a Mirror Image Race cultivator.
He silently lifted his right hand and grabbed the mirror that covered the glabella of the Mirror Image Race cultivator.
The instant this person sensed it, before he could struggle, Xu Qing had already grabbed the mirror and squeezed it.
With a cracking sound, the mirror shattered. Just as the Mirror Image Race cultivator was about to scream, Xu Qing pressed down on his mouth, firmly blocking it.
The screams turned into whimpers and were drowned out by the continuous wailing in the city.
The Poison Restriction spread out even more intensely from Xu Qing's body and fused into the other party's body. After this person completely lost his vitality and stopped moving, Xu Qing gently put him down and disappeared from the spot.
Soon after, there was one less figure in the dim fog.
Ten breaths later, there was one less person.
At that moment, the remaining cultivators here also sensed this. When Xu Qing attacked again, more than ten figures of the two races surged out from his surroundings and rushed toward him.
