The black mist spread with astonishing speed. Even the escape speed of the five cultivators, all of whom had reached the middle or late Demon Lord stage, could not outpace its advance.
As the black mist rapidly billowed outward, cries of alarm rang out one after another.
Amid the surge of an immense, bone-chilling soul aura, the five Demon Lord cultivators who had just been confronting the young cultivator were all engulfed by the rolling black mist.
Of the five cultivators, three were at the middle Demon Lord stage, one was at the late Demon Lord stage, and one was at the peak Demon Lord stage.
A group with such strength would be considered a powerful force wherever they went.
Even if they encountered two peak Demon Lords, the five of them had more than enough power to deal with them.
Yet this time, before a middle Demon Lord, these five formidable figures had merely guessed who their opponent was before losing all desire to fight and fleeing at full speed.
Their flight was exactly what the young cultivator standing there had hoped for.
Seeing the five flee without a fight, he felt relieved as well, and a trace of contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth.
If the five truly joined forces and unleashed their powerful divine abilities, the young cultivator was certain he would not be in danger of falling, but dealing with them would still require considerable effort.
If things came to that, he would certainly find it difficult to capture all five in one stroke.
The five powerful Demon Lords were suddenly engulfed by the rapidly expanding Soul Devour Demonic Mist, yet the young cultivator showed no great delight.
As his hands formed incantation gestures, a furious shout rang out.
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