Men die for wealth, birds die for food.
The cultivators gathered in this vast crowd had only the treasure within the relic on their minds.
However, the two hundred or so cultivators charging at the forefront were the first ones enveloped by the cyan gas billowing out of the cave. With each one of these two hundred cultivators falling dead, the scene became increasingly chaotic, and those initially attempting to rush forward began retreating.
Luckily, this cyan gas extended only thirty meters beyond the cave and then stopped, allowing the retreating cultivators to gradually calm down as they beheld the dense corpses within the cyan gas. The shirts on their backs were soaked with sweat.
This sudden emergence of cyan gas from the cave served as a wake-up call for the cultivators present. If they lost their lives, what good was treasure?
Ye Chenfeng and Bai Xiaorou, standing at a considerable distance, were unharmed by the cyan gas.
