The Divine Sense covered half of the Blood Refinement Mountain, yet neither Han Bei nor Liu Jin saw any shadow of Evil Cultivators.
Their expressions gradually became solemn.
Every time the Blood Refinement Mountain opens, it's usually full of low-rank Evil Cultivators, but this time there's a huge difference.
This is the prelude to a change in the weather.
"Ancestor, what do we have to fear? I've heard from my brother that the Evil Cultivators of Blood Refinement Mountain are only at the sixth level of Qi Cultivation, or even below that, how could they be our match?"
"Exactly, I've also heard from my cousin sister at home that although the Evil Cultivators of Blood Refinement Mountain are fierce, their cultivation is still inferior to ours."
"Ancestor, let us board the Snow Lotus and slaughter all the Evil Cultivators!"
"Yes, yes!"
The worries of Han Bei and Liu Jin clearly did not sway these young cultivators.
