forward, Lu Ye stood high above and looked down at Song Zhuo.Let me know if you have other text to translate!Song Zhuo spat out a mouthful of blood, staring at Lu Ye, "There will come a day when some...A verdant cloud of poison exploded, instantly enveloping a vast area. The space was filled with a sickly green miasma, so dense that one could not see their hand in front of their face. It was a darkness deeper than black, a color that seemed to devour all light.

Everyone thought Lu Ye was playing a musical instrument with the aim of harming enemies, but it turned out to be something entirely different.

For a moment, many Wanmo Ridge cultivators were caught off guard by the poisonous miasma.

The next moment, a cry arose: “It’s poison!”

Hold your breath!

"Quickly, an antidote pill."

"Damn Lu Yiye, I will cut you into a thousand pieces!"

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Those cultivators who had not been affected by the poison cloud all showed expressions of alarm and hurriedly retreated, trying to avoid the oncoming miasma. Those who were affected immediately channeled their spiritual energy to protect themselves, held their breath, and hurriedly took out detoxification pills from their storage bags and swallowed them.

In this chaotic environment, another emerald-colored Myriad Poisons Orb surged out of the poisonous miasma and flew above the many cultivators of Wanmo Ridge. This time, before they could react or intercept it, the Myriad Poisons Orb exploded with a deafening boom.

A massive cloud of poison spread, engulfing the figures of countless Wan Mo Ling cultivators.

Following that, another Wan Du Zhu exploded in the opposite direction!

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Whenever Lu Ye returned to Lingxi Battlefield from his trips, he would always bring back three Wan Du Pearls from Hua Ci. This time, he used all three of them directly without keeping any.

The result of this was that nearly all the practitioners of Wanmo Ridge were enveloped in poison cloud, and as their spiritual power surged, the poison cloud spread throughout the entire mine.

Within the thick, green mist, violent coughing sounds quickly arose, accompanied by labored breathing and screams.

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The sound of insults, angry shouts, and screams from people being trampled.

The scene was in utter chaos!

In a certain part of the crowd, Song Zhu felt himself weakening at a visible rate, his eyes twitching violently.

Even a cultivator from a first-rank sect at the ninth level couldn't withstand the erosion of that poison mist, let alone others.

Just a short while ago, he had thought that Lu Ye's only options were to use his pre-laid teleportation array or be defeated. Yet, in the blink of an eye, the situation had become far worse than anyone could have imagined.

The opponent had never thought of running away. He stayed here, simply inviting you in. He wanted to use his own power to slaughter the two thousand cultivators of Wanmo Ridge!

How dare you!

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In this closed environment, Lu Ye is their only enemy.

In such a chaotic situation, someone like Song Zhu is needed to step forward and take charge.

At his roar, the panicked cultivators of Wanmo Ridge suddenly seemed to find their backbone and sprang into action.ed his blood and spiritual energy to protect himself, standing firm without dodging or retreating.Let me know if you have other text you'd like translated!>>What is the meaning of this mysterious text...