Xiang Tieta had never fought such a stifling battle before. In truth, he had been born with divine strength, and the Subduing Demon Golden Whip he wielded was equally suited for offense and defense. He had even crossed hands with Di Yao, publicly acknowledged as the foremost Foundation Establishment cultivator among the three great cultivation realms. In terms of pure strength, Di Yao was exceptionally gifted, but at most he was a notch stronger and could not suppress him. Yet the silver-haired young man before him was crushing him outright with terrifying strength. For someone who had always prided himself on his power, this was unbearably stifling. What could be more dispiriting for a proud cultivator than being effortlessly defeated in his strongest domain?
"Retreat!" On the other side, more than forty members of the Flying Cavalry Tribe, along with several foreign cultivators, had already turned into countless severed limbs tumbling toward the ground.
Kua Sen was comparatively lucky—or perhaps it was simply a matter of strength. He was finally the first among the other cultivators to regain his senses. Seeing the scene before him, his eyes nearly bled tears. Apart from this silver-haired young man, the Flying Cavalry Tribe had never suffered such enormous losses in succession.
Previously, the silver-haired young man's bizarre spiritual sense attack had only affected cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage and below. Now, even a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator like him was not spared. Even powerhouses such as Shattered Blade and the Snake Woman were retreating in terror, while Flame Demon Saber Miao Tian and Subduing Demon Golden Whip Xiang Tieta could only struggle desperately under their opponent's attacks despite joining forces. They had barely fought for any time at all, yet they had already fallen completely behind. Aside from Miao Tian and