Wherever the death qi passed, life withered. Grass turned black.
Flowers shriveled instantly.
The ground darkened as though it had been drained of every trace of vitality, while cracks spread rapidly across the stone pavement.
Crack! Crack!
Several nearby walls trembled before collapsing into dust.
The enormous crowd that had been peacefully waiting moments ago erupted into panic.
"What is that?!"
"Death qi!"
"Everyone, get back!"
"Stay away from the gates!"
People hurriedly retreated, some drawing their weapons while others immediately circulated their cultivation techniques to protect themselves.
Even the more powerful cultivators looked grim. This wasn't ordinary death qi.
The sheer density of it made their skin crawl.
A few weaker cultivators felt their spiritual energy become sluggish simply by being exposed to the aura.
"Don't touch it!"
Someone screamed as another person nearly stumbled into the spreading black mist.
The person immediately pulled him backward.
