The purge of the Inner City District was nearing its conclusion, and Qingjingzi was clearly having trouble containing himself.
A beehive-like arm-shaped Magic Artifact hovered midair above the Inner City District, its surface riddled with countless small holes, releasing thick, acrid smog.
To ordinary cultivators, the smog contained enough metallic toxins to corrode flesh and bone, infiltrating their bodies through their breath and pores. Within half a day, their paths to Cultivation would be completely destroyed.
Artifact cultivators, however, were different. They could not heal their injuries naturally, but metallic toxins could stimulate their wounds to mend and simultaneously bolster their magical abilities.
Li Mo immediately noticed Qingjingzi's movements.
He was standing in the Heart Beast Sect's Inner Sect disciples' Refining Field, where they sparred. Without hesitation, he halted his Circulation Cycle and awaited the destruction of the Inner City District.
