Beneath the crimson blood moon, the Yellow Springs surged like pulped flesh. Countless Earth Immortal-level powerhouses emerged from the river, a scene both terrifying and magnificent.
Who knew how many powerhouses this hell had imprisoned.
Watching the group charge at him, Jiang Ping An showed not the slightest trace of fear.
"Get lost!"
A chilling killing intent erupted from him. It materialized into a towering sea of blood, and the thick stench of blood assaulted their noses.
The Earth Immortal-level powerhouses, who had come charging fiercely, abruptly halted upon sensing this terrifying aura. Their faces changed drastically as they quickly retreated.
"This human looks like he only just broke through. How can he possess such a terrifying aura?"
"This killing intent is even stronger than Lord Cang Tian's."
The crowd, so aggressive moments ago, immediately shrank back into the Yellow Springs in fright.
These Earth Immortals had long since lost the strength they possessed at their peak. There was little Immortal Power left in their bodies, and they simply could not contend with a powerful Earth Immortal.
They might have been able to win through sheer numbers, but no one wanted to be the cannon fodder at the front.
In this world, there was no surplus Immortal Power. If one suffered a fatal attack, even if they did not die, they would be severely wounded and ultimately be devoured by others taking advantage of the opportunity.
Jiang Ping An stood at the edge of the Yellow Springs like an unmoving, towering mountain, facing a host of Earth Immortals alone without fear.
"Inform Cang Tian that I can give him a batch of resources in exchange for letting me pass."
Jiang Ping An did not want to enter the Yellow Springs and fight this group of Earth Immortals. It would be