As the vanguard, the Ghost Ridge Palace disciples assigned to follow Su Jie were not average Yunling Realm cannon fodder.
In contrast, most of the Purple Mist Sect disciples left behind were cannon fodder, since the elite disciples had already been dispatched to the Heavenly Soul Sect battlefield, and those left to guard the mountain gate were hardly any better than the old, weak, sick, and disabled.
Primarily, the Purple Mist Sect didn't envisage anyone being so deranged as to dare attack the mountain gate.
"Die for me."
A Ghost Ridge Palace disciple controlled a poisonous insect, and with a strike from a mantis Gu Worm over a zhang long, a Purple Mist Sect disciple was sliced into several sections, with blood and viscera flowing everywhere.
"Brother Guan."
A Purple Mist Sect disciple, seeing his friend murdered, was enraged.
Just before he could act, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and then saw his chest split open with the heart inside gone.
Thud!
