65. Poison

Back down on the battlefield of mid stage Qi cultivators, Fang Yang had been completely caught off guard by the whole spectacle.

The sense of mid stage Qi cultivators was even worse than the peak 9th level ones, so the ambush performed here was much more effective.

When the fellow disciples they had been hugging and rejoicing with pulled out their swords and spears and stabbed them, there was practically nothing they could do in response.

With just a few seconds, the numerical advantage they had with only a third of the disciples being traitors was obliterated when the traitors had managed to kill another third in response.

But after the first attack, the ones who did survive were not so easy prey.

Any disciple from the Corpse Ghost Sect that had made it this far, under the chase of the Blood Fiend Sect disciples, had stepped on a pile of bones to do so.