For a moment, the surrounding area turned abnormally quiet. Everyone feared that disaster would descend, without cause, upon their own head.
Many immortal cultivators had faces drained of all color. Even if they wanted to force themselves to remain calm, the terror deep in their eyes could not be hidden no matter what.
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, taking in everyone's reactions one by one. Clearly, this Poison Dragon Devil Ancestor did not intend to let anyone go. Even late Nascent Soul cultivators had not the slightest strength to resist. Of those present, the only one who could join hands with him was Venerable Ten Thousand Beasts of the Lihe Realm.
Although not long ago the two of them had been fighting to the death, when their lives were threatened, whatever grudges and enmities they had before could only be set aside for the time being.
Staying alive was the most important thing. Everything else was nothing more than drifting clouds.
Venerable Ten Thousand Beasts surely understood this as well. Yet at that very moment, Poison Dragon's shrill voice entered their ears again. "Well? Are you still unwilling to take your own lives? The people below will die even more miserably."
Lin Xuan's heart stirred. If the other party truly possessed boundless magic power, why waste words here? He could simply attack and wipe them all out.
Yet he kept trying to trick everyone into ending themselves. Could this Old Devil be strong on the outside but hollow within?
Or perhaps this Possession Technique of his had some other limitation?
As thoughts spun through his mind, the more Lin Xuan pondered it, the more he felt this conjecture was correct. Otherwise, the other party should have struck directly from the very beginning. There would have been no need to