An icy gale storm—its speed was even two notches faster than the rapid escape technique of a mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivator.
Faced with the storm already closing to within two hundred miles, how could the Ghost Lord cultivators here dare linger even a moment? Nearly all of them abruptly changed expression, panic showing on their faces as they fled at top speed.
As cultivators of Cold Wind City, how could they not understand the storm's terror?
The terrifying cold and razor-sharp wind blades contained within the storm meant that even a Ghost Lord cultivator would be instantly annihilated upon entering it. Even a Great Cultivator would never last long inside. Faced with such fearsome heavenly might, who would dare touch it?
As for the Yellow Springs Palace's sky-high bounty, everyone had long since lost any thought of claiming it.
Mu Tian and the other Great Cultivators swept their divine senses over the scene, and shock immediately surged in their eyes. No one had expected the storm to appear before them at this moment.
All the Great Cultivators were from the area around Cold Wind City, so they naturally knew how formidable the storm was.
Yet with the bounty within easy reach, the dozen or so Great Cultivators were naturally unwilling to give up just like that.
"Everyone, the storm is still more than a hundred miles away from reaching us. With our abilities, killing that junior shouldn't take long. Let's act quickly and kill him on the spot!"
Following Mu Tian's shout, the dozen or so Great Cultivators who still remained there all revealed savage glints in their eyes. Their figures swayed as they flew forward, and with a tremble of their hands, they each brought out several powerful magic treasures radiating immense might.
In everyone's estimation, with dozens of