Two Qingling Valley disciples couldn't bear to strike a fellow practitioner and were bitten twice on the spot, dark wisps of baleful energy instantly rising from the wounds. Fortunately, the bites were on the arm, and Mo You promptly ordered them to be chopped off, halting the assimilation. Since they were medical cultivators to begin with, they were quite open-minded about such matters. Losing an arm was certainly painful, but compared to turning into a soulless Walking Corpse, they felt a heartfelt gratitude toward Mo You for making that decision for them.
Defending and dodging all the way, the group charged into the deep pool and saw the mushroom locked in fierce combat with the Evil Cultivator. The enemy of an enemy was a friend. With duties clearly divided, the Buddhist cultivators warded off the invisible, intangible, yet endlessly sneak-attacking filth. The spell cultivators and sound cultivators attacked the Walking Corpses; since they never fought in close quarters, they had no need to worry about being bitten. The medical cultivators handled healing, elixir concocting, and logistics. The sword cultivators helped the Senior Mushroom fight the Division and Spirit Stage Evil Cultivator.
As for the beast tamers, all their combat power lay in their spirit beasts, but after the Nascent Soul Stage spirit beasts released by a few of them were bewitched and turned against them, these beast tamers were reduced to miserable little cheerleaders in the logistics department, go…
Chapter 137