The situation was not looking good; the difficulty was a bit high.
Originally, even if those people had the advantage of treasures from within the Trial Tower, Jiang Ke’er would have had a chance to assassinate them by relying on sneak attacks.
But if you add excessive blood loss into the mix, it would be easy to become dazed at a critical moment and make a fatal mistake.
Qian Yue could only suck her own blood, which was not part of the original plan.
Jiang Ke’er had thought that by carrying out continuous assassinations, she could achieve a positive cycle, but now it seemed there wasn’t much hope for that.
Still, this saved her the trouble of capturing someone alive, which made things a little less difficult.
As she weighed her options, Jiang Ke’er continued to gather branches and leaves from the trees to fill in the little nest up in the branches.
Originally, the nest was a half-dome shape, but with her efforts, it gradually took on the shape of a jar, leaving only a small hole for entering and exiting.
While this didn’t make it much safer, it did make the nest much warmer.
The night wind was a bit chilly; even she was shivering.
Jiang Ke’er didn’t want the person inside the nest to face that wind directly.
Qian Yue tried her best to keep her body in a semi-dormant state to slow the onset of the curse.
Jiang Ke’er glanced at her sleeping form, helped tuck her clothes more securely around her, and quietly left the nest.
Time to get to work.
“Did you find them?”
Emperor Taizong of Tang looked anxiously at Zhuo Feng.
Zhuo Feng had just returned to camp with his squad, his expression unsightly.
“We found Ling Yuan’s body,” Zhuo Feng said in a low voice.
“How did he die?” Emperor Taizong of Tang asked urgently.
“His Spiritual Platform was pierced through, killed in a single strike.” Zhuo Feng paused slightly, gritting his teeth, “The weapon was a dagger.”
The words that followed were the main point.
A wound from a dagger clearly pointed to the identity of the killer.
The other party made no attempt to conceal their malice; they didn’t even bother to destroy or disguise the corpse.
This was a declaration of war, an unmistakable, blatant challenge.
“Considering the other party’s mastery in Poison Master’s Art, we didn’t touch the corpse, nor did we bring it back,” Zhuo Feng said.
“But beside the body, we found two legs and two arms.”
The air in the small wooden house turned cold.
Outside, the wind rustled through the forest, and from time to time came a sound like a woman weeping.
Even these cultivators couldn’t help but feel a chill down their spines.
“They’re Telo’s legs and arms. We didn’t find his torso,” Zhuo Feng continued.
“He might still be alive, taken to be fed to her companion. But even if he’s alive, he’s useless now.”
The current situation: the Dan Sect Alliance’s elite squad was wiped out. Three eliminated, two dead.
“Beasts, they’re nothing but beasts!” Liang Ruhui did nothing to hide his hostility.
Liang Ruhui was one of the survivors from the Heaven’s Gate Team.
He, Zhuo Feng, and Xuanyang had managed to survive to the second stage.
Seeing Emperor Taizong of Tang and Changsun Wuji’s displeased expressions, Zhuo Feng quickly coughed and shifted the topic: “It seems the situation isn’t as we predicted. Those two Taiming Sect Cultivators are much more troublesome than we thought. We have to be on guard and take precautions against them.”
“To conserve our spiritual energy, we should take turns on watch, using Divine Sense to probe our surroundings and try to save as much strength as possible… After all, it’s seven days, and in this cursed place we can’t restore our power. If we run out of strength, we’ll be lambs to the slaughter,” Emperor Taizong of Tang proposed.
“That’s reasonable,” Liang Ruhui sneered, “but I don’t trust you people.”
“Then you can take the watch,” Emperor Taizong of Tang replied, unbothered. “I’m happy to have some peace and quiet.”
Immediately, everyone began arguing over the watch duty.
Voices rose all at once—none of them trusted Emperor Taizong of Tang and Changsun Wuji, those two of the demon race, nor Xuanyang, the Taiming Sect member.
In fact, some even hinted at striking first, to avoid trouble from within.
But the voices from outside momentarily put a halt to the dispute.
“We found Telo!”
Someone ran into camp, carrying a large wooden bucket. “I found this downstream of the river. He’s already dead.”
“Why did you bring him back?” Zhuo Feng exclaimed in shock.
“He was killed by a poison master! Are you insane? You—wait!”
Zhuo Feng suddenly realized something was wrong.
He drew his sword in a flash, but the other person had already opened the bucket.
There was no corpse inside—just a mass of bubbling green liquid.
As soon as the lid was lifted, the liquid exploded into a cloud of gas, filling the area!
“Hold your breath!”
Zhuo Feng roared a warning, covering his nose with one hand as he lunged toward the newcomer!
Unfortunately, the thick poisonous fog blocked his vision, and his sword only pierced the wooden bucket.
Poison flowed from the bucket, spreading even faster.
In no time, the choking, acrid-smelling toxic smoke engulfed the entire camp.
No one had expected that the little junior sister from the Taiming Sect would be bold enough to storm the camp alone and detonate herself right in front of everyone!
Unlike Jiang Ke’er, who was wrapped up tightly, these cultivators all had some part of their body exposed, and they immediately felt an unbearable itch all over.
Even if they managed to endure it, the truly deadly thing was that the thick poisonous fog blocked their sight.
No matter how they tried to summon wind, it was almost impossible to disperse, because the green poison on the ground continued to emit toxic smoke.
“This is the Poison of Divine Sense! Don’t use your Divine Sense to sense it! Ah—”
Someone sent a voice transmission in a low voice, followed by a heartrending scream.
Everyone’s heart tightened instinctively; they hurriedly locked their Divine Sense within their sea of consciousness, not daring to use it to sense anything around them.
In front of a poison master like Jiang Ke’er, none of them dared to take such risks.
But if they couldn’t use Divine Sense, and the poison fog was so dense, weren’t they essentially blind? How were they supposed to defend against an attack now?
Those who realized how dire the situation was immediately channeled their power into their legs and burst away from the camp, escaping the cloud of smoke as quickly as possible.
But some were too slow to react.
From within the fog, there came the sound of a dagger slicing through flesh.
Screams rang out one after another. Amidst the chaos, at least seven or eight auras vanished without a trace.
Zhuo Feng’s forehead bulged with veins as he shouted repeatedly, “Don’t panic! Get out of the fog!”
“Puchi puchi—”
A string of wet sounds echoed, then suddenly, the fog fell into dead silence.
In the end, no one else escaped from the poisonous haze.
“Ugh—ah—ah—”
The sole remaining member of the Fireblade Squad stamped the ground in fury.
He tore two massive trees from the earth and hurled them, whistling, into the fog.
Most of the freshly built camp structures were crushed, but there was no response from within the mist.
After the bucket of poison had finished reacting, the green fog gradually dispersed, revealing several corpses on the ground—all of them slain by dagger, their sea of consciousness pierced, killed in a single strike.
Wait, how could she have launched such precise attacks inside the smoke?
Zhuo Feng’s expression changed.
He carefully tested the poison fog with his Divine Sense, brushing it through the mist—it encountered no resistance at all.
Poison of Divine Sense? Nonsense!
They’d been played again!
But how had she escaped?
“The wind!”
Liang Ruhui pointed in the direction the fog was drifting: “She went with the wind, using the smoke as cover to escape into the forest!”
Zhuo Feng didn’t hesitate: “After her!”
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