Martial Master

"After the prohibition was lifted, there are indeed other traps."

The Holy Master of the Battle King spoke in a deep voice, accompanied by the experts of the Battle King Sect.

The experts from the Void Bandits also glanced around at the scatter cultivators, noticing that despite suffering heavy losses, there were still quite a few intact individuals, prompting a cold sneer from them.

The eagle-falcon man kept his gaze fixed on Qin Chen and the other two, and upon realizing that they were only slightly retreating compared to their major forces and were unharmed, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Third bro, the people from the Heavenly Martial Pill Shop have quite a quick reaction, managing to respond in such a short time. They have some skills."

The burly bandit glanced at Qin Chen and the others, expressing some surprise.

The eagle-falcon man sneered, "Second bro, that person is a top-tier alchemist. If he didn't have this level of reaction ability, that would be strange. But this is good; if the three of them were injured and didn't dare to enter this secret realm again, that would be a headache."

"Hehe, that's true."

The burly man chuckled.

At this moment, the scene was in chaos, but the people from the major forces remained very calm, staring intently at the secret realm ahead. The leading strongman of the Bouyei tribe furrowed his brow and said, "After this prohibition, there is indeed a backlash, and its power is not weak. Fortunately, we prepared early; otherwise, we might have suffered."

As they spoke, many scattered cultivators looked towards the major forces. Seeing that the major forces had retreated first and had suffered almost no injuries, they were filled with righteous indignation, their faces showing anger.

Among the crowd, a late-stage Holy Master with a gloomy expression angrily shouted, "Battle King Sect Master, you major forces are being too much, aren’t you?

Knowing full well that there was danger after this prohibition, you didn’t remind us, letting us suffer injuries. What exactly are your intentions?"

In his anger, he lost his composure and began to chastise them directly.

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately drew the ire of the other scattered cultivators. From the performance of the major forces, everyone understood that these major powers had likely known about the dangers after the prohibition long ago but purposely chose not to warn them, which was indeed excessive.

"Hehe, what are your intentions?"

At this moment, an old man suddenly rushed out from the crowd of the Void Bandits. He grinned grimly and clawed towards the late-stage Holy Master.

Boom! The void shook as the old man’s claw struck out, and terrible ripples appeared in the heavens and earth. The late-stage Holy Master, who had lost an arm, changed color drastically and bellowed, "What do you mean, sir?"

As his voice fell, he quickly raised his hand, and the power of a late-stage Holy Master erupted from within, filling the heavens and earth with terrifying Holy Master Laws. Two terrifying powers collided violently, and with a bang, the late-stage Holy Master who had lost an arm spat out a mouthful of blood, staggering back and turning pale.

He was already severely injured, having lost an arm, and now his wounds had not healed. How could he withstand an opponent of the same level?

His internal energy surged, and his injuries worsened once again, causing his heart to suddenly sink.

"Hehe, what do you mean?

Don’t you see your current situation? Still here jabbering, just die."

The old man coldly shouted, his eyes turning fierce. Suddenly, countless black bat shadows flew out from his body, screeching and transforming into a dark canopy that instantly enveloped the late-stage Holy Master.

"Void Eighteen Bandits—Dark Bat Holy Master?"

The person exclaimed in anger, continually defending himself, trying to break free from the overwhelming bat shadows. However, given his severe injuries and the exacerbated condition, how could he possibly escape?