At the edge of the pit, a small group of outer disciples entered, infused with pure yang blood essence, shining with holy light, like a stream of shooting stars piercing through the dense mist of light above.
If they had pure yang protection, they could enter without a problem. Earlier, they were just unwilling to take the risk; otherwise, why would they bother to bring an outer saint in?
Qin Ming held a near-immortal item, looking at the ashes on the ground, and said, "The curtain rises; this is a stage meant for the outer disciples. What do you have to do with this? If you don’t act, you won’t die."
After killing He Tai, he turned to Chen Xingyuan and Li Tianhe.
The two stood on the slope, appearing detached, showing no intent to help He Tai.
However, they both wore serious expressions now. Qin Ming's quick resolution of the disciples from the lineage of the Great Ape King had caused them to feel pressure.
"He Tai may not have been extraordinary, but his death here will likely stir up trouble," Chen Xingyuan observed.