Chapter 175: Vanguard.
Seeing the chaos that was breaking out, Lee snorted, and sarcastically said, "Rules, huh?"
"The gas is not deadly ..." Chi Yanzhen said, probably trying to find a reasonable explanation, but nothing that came to mind made sense.
Setting defensive traps was normal, but so was the concept of elemental lords paving the way for regular disciples to attack.
Fortunately, not everyone in the rows of attackers was incompetent. Within few heartbeats the poisonous clouds were dispersed, and the affected people taken care of. Elemental lords with wind affinity easily blew the gas away.
The morale had taken a hit, though.
Some tried to give shouts of encouragements, but no stay strong! or let’s make them pay for everything! couldn’t make up for nausea and the wet feet. Not every disciple was good at fighting and many regretted coming here.
Refining and Elixir Halls back at home suddenly seemed like a dream places to slave their lives away, to not speak of Provision Hall or Sect Affairs Hall, where everyone who worked there were basically bureaucrats.
But it was only the beginning.
As the army of disciples moved on, not only people began to trigger more gas traps – there were stake pits covered with seemingly secured foliage where tens of disciples began to loose their lives. The matter long seized to be an adventurous endeavor, and there were many who refused to move on.
If this was a regular army, these disciples would’ve probably been executed on the spot. Unfortunately, the best thing that could happen now was for the Hall of Justice enforcers to disable the rebellious minded ones to be trialed later.
As more screams of agony echoed through the marsh, disciples got more innovative. Many faked loosing consciousness, some of those who actually got injured by the sharp stakes in disguised pits screamed their minds out to show they were too much in pain to continue. And there were even those who injured themselves in secret and fell to the ground bloodied all over.