318 Turning Poin (1/2)

The blood eroding poison was vicious to the extreme. Not only did the poison transformed all the blood touched by it to black gooey substances, but all the core disciples were also either killed or effectively crippled by it.

Blood was the source of their cultivation, and when said blood is eroded by poison, it is naturally rendered useless. The giant blob of dark blood, the accumulation of all their cultivation, had become nothing more than a pool of black goo after dropping to the ground.

”Nooo! My cultivation… it is gone!”

”Argh! This can't be happening!”

The core disciples despaired when they felt the weakness that comes with the loss of their blood and cultivation. They were mortals again!

”It wasn't supposed to be like this! Do you know what you have done?! How dare you use such a despicable method! Arghhh!”

Zagan roared hysterically.

He glared at Leon venomously, along with the remaining half of the survivors, for his underhanded tactic. They were the type of people that enjoyed harming others but cannot accept others harming them.

”Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Maybe this will teach you how to be better humans in your next life IF there is a next life.”

Leon said coldly with indifference.

Without giving them a chance to plead for mercy, Leon reduced them to ashes with a horizontal swipe of his flaming spear.

After all the core disciples were killed, Leon turned his attention back on the battle between Don and the Bloodfiend Sect's sect master some distance away.

All the surrounding buildings in the area had been leveled to the ground, and the structures of Lost Isle Alley some further distance away were also not left unscathed from their battle.

Chances were, the energy gathering formations are broken, but Leon did not care too much about this. So long as the Teleportation Array was intact, it was still usable. He had more than enough spirit stones to power up the array.

Leon quickly recovered a portion of the black goo and began smearing his spear and silver needles before storing the remainder into 5 empty pill bottles.

After that, he subtly moved closer to the other battlefield and waited for a chance to catch Balthazar off guard while he was focused on Don.

The battle between Don and Balthazar was very intense.

Due to the level of their battle, none of them paid any attention to their surroundings and only focused wholeheartedly on their opponent. It only takes a single slip of concentration to give their opponent a fatal opening.

Don was riddled with wounds from his battle with Balthazar, but despite that, it was very commendable that he could continue holding his ground against Balthazar for as long as he did.

This was the perks of being an alchemist.

Because of this shameless tactic, Balthazar was almost angered to the point of puking blood. Of course, that would not happen with Balthazar's ability over blood.

Nevertheless, there was a limited amount of recovery pills Don could carry on his body, especially when his pajamas were not designed for many pockets.

After all, pajamas were a type of sleepwear. Why would you even need pockets while you are sleeping? It was strange enough that Don's pajamas had some.

On top of that, Don's Tier 1 recovery pills were not very effective at his level.

He needed Tier 3 recovery pills, but Tier 3 spirit herbs had always been rare, to begin with. Planet Gaia could not nurture many spirit herbs with its lack of spirit energy.

However, that was all in the past. With the presence of the World Tree, Planet Gaia was bound to give birth to a plethora of spirit herbs in the future. Not only that, but Planet Gaia would also become a holy land of divine cultivation.

That is how miraculous of an existence a World Tree is.

Even in the Divine Realm, the number of World Trees that existed across the countless star realms and starfields were not that many. The ones that did exist were all monopolized by Divine King realm powerhouses.

Even so, it was due to the existence of World Trees that the Divine Realm was always rich in a never-ending amount of spirit energy despite the blackhole consistently swallowing everything in existence with its mighty gravitational force.

Going back to the battle between Don and Balthazar.

As they continued to fight, Don was quickly reaching his limit. His recovery pills were finally expended, and his flowery-patterned pajamas were in tatters.

On his body were numerous cuts caused by bloody sword aura, but they were all shallow cuts. None of them were deep, and neither was he bleeding from these wounds. In fact, they had been seared shut by Don's flame.

This was not a mistake on Don's part. He had intentionally seared his own wounds. If he did not seal his injuries, the blood seeping out of his body would be absorbed by his opponent to replenish their strength.

”You're very hard to kill, you know that? But it seems like you are finally reaching your limit.”