Five thousand Demon Cultivators stood dumbfounded, watching as the people around them fell one by one.
At first, it was hard to tell anything was wrong, but with just a slight sway, they toppled headlong with a "thud," never to rise again.
If their bodies were turned over, it would be seen that blood oozed from seven apertures, pupils dilated, and inside, their organs were pulverized.
"Thud thud" sounds continuously echoed, each thud marking a Demon Cultivator's fall.
As more and more Demon Cultivators fell, those still standing trembled all over, some so frightened they wet their pants.
Finally, the sound of falling stopped, leaving only three thousand standing of the five thousand Demon Cultivators.
With just one roar from Wang Yan, he had directly killed two thousand people.
Seeing this, all the Demon Cultivators were petrified.
A single roar, killing a thousand.
What kind of monster could be so terrifying? Their gaze at Wang Yan was filled with deep fear.
