A terrifying pressure that made souls tremble descended from the Nine Heavens like a gloomy abyss, crashing over the entire Chiyuan Ruins.
Inside the East Hedge Inn, the cultivators who had still been relatively calm instantly froze, and the Spiritual power at their fingertips scattered uncontrollably.
This mere aura that had spilled out was enough to send chills rising from their marrow, nearly making them kneel on the ground.
Everyone's hearts jolted at once, and they instantly understood.
The people invading the Chiyuan Ruins this time were no ordinary Devil Race.
Such terrifying might could only belong to the incarnations of great Devils from the Upper Realm.
The Chiyuan Ruins probably could not hold out.
But then they thought it over and relaxed slightly, their expressions gaining a few numb traces of relief.
The fiends invading the Chiyuan Ruins were merely after wealth.
As long as they obediently handed over their belongings when those Devil Race Cultivators broke in, abandoning worldly possessions, they could always preserve their lives.
Behind the inn counter, the old man who had kept his eyes closed in meditation suddenly opened them. His murky eyes were filled with gravity.
His gaze swept over the crowd's varied expressions, and at last he let out a heavy sigh, his voice carrying undisguised suppression.
"Fellow Daoists..." The old man's voice was hoarse.
"If the Chiyuan Ruins fall, the East Hedge Inn's protective formation will certainly be unable to keep everyone safe. But rest assured. As long as you take the initiative to hand over your belongings, those Devil Race Cultivators are only after wealth. You can still preserve your lives..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head with a bitter smile, a trace of anxiety flashing through his eyes.
If the Chiyuan Ruins fell, the East