Though Ling Tian and the others had known for a long time that god-level experts were terrifyingly powerful, it was only when they actually faced one that they understood just how terrifying. Tens of thousands of them felt their hearts quail under that overwhelming aura. The pressure, as immense as mountains, made even the weaker Near-God experts feel utterly powerless to resist.
People from the other factions fled in panic, but not a single Lingxiao Pavilion disciple ran. They stood in disciplined formation, forming a battle array and shielding Ling Tian, Fairy Meng Shang, and the others behind them, hoping to cover their retreat.
Ignoring the envy on the others' faces, Ling Tian's expression turned stern. "When I tell you to leave, then leave. Do you want to hold us back here?"
"Your cultivation is too low. You can't stop him. Rather than throw your lives away for nothing, you should retreat first," Fairy Meng Shang said. A cold glint flashed in her beautiful eyes. "Don't worry. Killing us won't be so easy. Even if we have to fight to the death, we'll make him pay. If we're lucky, we might even escape with our lives."
"Heh, you little girl certainly have confidence. You actually think you can make me pay." A calm voice rang out, seeming to come from all directions. Shen Wei spread through the air, shaking them to their cores.
As the voice sounded, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky above Ling Tian and the others. He had appeared out of nowhere, as if he had been standing there for a long time.
He wore a scarlet robe, and his red hair blazed like fire. Even his eyes seemed filled with surging flames. The space around him was indistinct, as though he had merged with Heaven