The eerie aura lingering around Jiang Pei was like an invisible haze. It was not only the Integration Stage bigwigs who sensed an unprecedented threat from him.
Even the low-level cultivators beneath the countless light screens in the various worlds felt chills run down their spines, as though waves of cold surged from the soles of their feet straight into their hearts.
"Look at that Celestial Race cultivator. Why does he feel so creepy..."
"I think so too. That person looks terrifying. Could some terrifying existence from the upper realm of the Celestial Race have descended..."
"Wait, that's not right. There were clearly cultivators from seven Great Worlds. Why are there only three left now..."
"The Celestial Race cultivators from the Great Worlds seemed to have just activated a ritual. Could those people have been used as sacrifices..."
At that moment, the discussions among the cultivators watching beneath the light screens rose and fell one after another, filled with undisguised fear.
Standing among the crowd, Senior Sister Bingli stared intently at Jiang Pei, her delicate body trembling faintly despite herself.
Even when facing the sect's strongest Integration Stage grand ancestor, she had never felt such intense pressure.
Her junior sister clutched her sleeve tightly, her voice trembling. "Senior Sister, that person is so scary..."
Senior Sister Bingli forced herself to remain calm and pulled her junior sister into her arms. "Don't be afraid. He probably borrowed the upper realm's power through a blood sacrifice."
"Is that Great Demon in danger..."
After hearing this, Senior Sister Bingli shook her head.
"No. That Great Demon is very powerful. He'll definitely turn danger into safety..."
Although Senior Sister Bingli said that, cold sweat had already seeped from her palms, and she secretly worried for Su Fan.
After all, that person had been possessed