The immense Golden-Winged Peng Bird, too vast to fully comprehend, brought with it an asphyxiating pressure.
Accompanied by the calamitous clouds, it left behind a trail of never-ending spatial destruction in its wake, a testament to its combat prowess.
The six Mahayana Stage Cultivators were scared out of their wits. In that moment, they finally understood why the Tai Xu Alliance and Huang Shan Alliance had abandoned them.
They would have made the same choice themselves.
Their only mistake was being one of the cultivators who had entered the Lingbao Sect…
Regret came too late for them. Not wanting to suffer the same fate as the Wushan Alliance cultivators, they fled with all their might, hoping to preserve their lives.
Six figures tore through the Void, fleeing in six different directions.
Without prior agreement, they made the same choice.
