He turned to look around the altar; at this moment, the toxic mist had spread throughout the mountain gate, turning many demon cultivators into pus or eroding their features beyond recognition, with their wails gradually fading into deathly silence.
Most of the others had already retreated step by step, regrouping and using the power of the array to continuously refine the toxic smoke, restricting its spread.
Li Yunjing, however, did not care about the compression of the toxic smoke's range.
After all, his purpose had already been achieved.
As long as the Island Protection Array of the "Demon Control Sect" was destroyed, everything would be worth it.
Even if the toxic smoke of the "Myriad Poison Banner" was exhausted, it wouldn't matter; he wouldn't use this demon artifact for a period.
After all, he had plenty of treasures on him; lacking one or two wouldn't affect Li Yunjing's combat power.
"Li Yunjing! How dare you slaughter my 'Demon Control Sect' disciples!"
