What the hell is reasonable about this?!
If those Blood God Clan Supremes fleeing for their lives, the Blood God Clan cultivators at the Three Small Tribulations of the Supreme Realm, the Blood God Clan cultivators of the Three Heaven Realm, the Supremes who belonged to or later submitted to the Blood God Clan, and the disciples of the small families sheltered by those Supremes were willing to turn back, they would surely shout those words at the top of their lungs.
Though shouting them was meaningless.
And worthless.
At the very least, it would let them die with a little more dignity.
Once they got underground, they could even brag to the other Ghosts.
Do you know how I died?
I yelled at a Supreme and got slapped to death by that Supreme himself!
Although that way of dying did not sound particularly impressive, considering that most people gave up resisting the moment they encountered a Supreme-level powerhouse, those who dared to summon the courage to yell were indeed rare!
This was commonly known as comparative consolation.
As long as someone was worse off than me, I was not the worst.
Then one could keep being terrible with a clear conscience.
After all, this world had every kind of person imaginable. Finding someone who broke through the moral upper limits of ordinary people was truly difficult, but finding someone who broke through their lower limits was easy enough—as long as one could let go, one could become the example oneself.
Though such an example was meaningless.
Still, it could at least offer some comfort.
Everyone had a glass heart.
They looked rather tough.
In truth, they were all just forcing themselves to hold on.
Thus, among the fleeing crowd, cultivators would occasionally go mad under the pressure around them,