Lin Mu reached toward the last one, who had barely begun to chant—
"Severing Heart Sutra."
Lin Mu's voice echoed softly in the cave, as a ripple of aura expanded from his lips.
The cultist froze mid-chant, his eyes glazing over as his mind was dragged into a daze. His Qi faltered, the self-destruct art stalling.
Lin Mu moved quickly, placing a suppressive formation seal on the man's dantian and locking his meridians with a flick of his Metal Elemental immortal qi, filling the nodes with it so that they would stay blocked.
The moment the man's body collapsed to the ground unconscious, Lin Mu let out a slow breath.
"Four lost, but one still remains."
He looked down at the last cultist—young, barely more than thirty, with a face that hadn't yet twisted completely from the corrupted techniques. There was still a fragment of clarity in his mind... perhaps.
