Everyone felt the divine pressure fade away.
People had always talked about Divine Miracles, God Tombs, Divine Artifacts, and the like, but aside from the core members of Spirit Hall, no one had ever seen a god. Many had even believed that gods were fabricated by Spirit Hall to consolidate its rule.
But today, they had felt a god—majestic, unquestionable, inviolable.
For a moment, the center of the battlefield fell silent.
Everyone had been put in an awkward position.
Clearly, these people who had been preparing to fight the people from Spirit Hall were the first group to enter the God War Battlefield. They had taken the best Immortal Herbs, so logically, they should at least reclaim something worthwhile from them in a fight.
But could this fight really be fought?
First of all, daring to clash with Spirit Hall, and with Spirit Hall's Qian Daoliu at that, required more than sheer courage.
Second, before they had even had the chance to fight Qian Daoliu, a god had descended here. Could it be that they knew some god as well? Or had some other backing? What if they offended one?
Finally, some sharp-eyed people had already recognized Ning Fengzhi among the group. As the news spread from one person to another, even fewer people wanted to make a move against them.
The God War Battlefield was enormous. They had only chosen one direction to search for treasure, while many places remained unexplored. There was no need to waste time on internal strife. It was better to hurry elsewhere.
The vast majority thought this way. Before long, the crowd dispersed in a rush, leaving behind only those who still wanted to fight.
Tang Yunhua was not surprised. It was perfectly normal for some people to want to make a move.
And