The gathered cultivators looked at the two cultivators who had fallen, every gaze landing on the one who had made the move.
The death of the cultivator who had been shoved down was easy to understand. He had crushed the grass by the roadside; of course he had to die.
But the key was the cultivator who had shoved him. Why had he died?
"Was it because he used too much force, exceeding mortal strength, so he died?"
"Or was it because he made another cultivator press down on the grass, so he died?"
For a moment, the other cultivators could not figure it out either. However, because of this incident, no cultivator dared push anyone else again, afraid that if the other party landed on the grass, they would be dragged to death along with them.
Song Zhong, however, was not affected much. Even his avatars were barely affected.
If he could react, his avatars naturally reacted at the first moment as well, all running immediately onto those bare little paths where no wild grass grew.
The difference was that among the rules, one of them was different.
"You up front, get out of my way!"
It was a place where flame power could be used.
A cultivator whose entire body burned with flames looked at the cultivators blocking his way to the bare ground ahead, and with an enraged expression, raised his hand and suddenly released a mass of fire in front of him.
The rules had said that flames could be used, and that only flames, among powers beyond the mundane world, could be used.
And he cultivated the Dao of Flame. These rules were practically prepared for him.
In an instant, clusters of flame flew and scattered in every direction, landing on one cultivator after another.