Nie Bufan and the others looked ashen-faced, exchanging glances filled with fear.
They were merely ordinary Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivators.
The Left Chongjin before them was originally Late Stage of Foundation Establishment, stronger in power than them.
Now that he had become demonized, his aura surged and vaguely touched the edge of Fake Pill Demon Lord.
The suppression of a Great Realm and the trickiness of Demon Techniques—they were no match!
Escape!
Surviving would be a stroke of luck!
Spiritual power surged among them as each attempted to flee using their own means.
"Still want to leave? Stay."
A cold voice rang out.
It was Leng Zhiyuan, who had been watching the Ancient Jade Scroll with his head down.
At this moment, he lifted his eyes, which were as sharp as ice blades, scanning the crowd.
"Yes, young master."
