Compared to Ning Wangshu, Xuan Yuan Longcheng, and Xuan Yuan Yulong, the soldiers stationed in the ravine and the cultivators from Bureau 95 had long since been left wide-eyed and dumbstruck.
Each of them appeared somewhat at a loss.
They did not know what kind of terrifying existence that figure was, nor did they know what its appearance represented or what sort of disaster and calamity it would bring upon this world.
Yet the aura emanating from that figure filled them with terror. Even from so far away, the overwhelming pressure made them feel as though they could hardly breathe!
"W-What exactly is going on? Th-That figure... who is he?"
Unable to hold back any longer, someone spoke with difficulty, his breathing hurried.
But no one answered him. Everyone stared blankly at that terrifying figure, at Du Chongguang and the other two within that enormous bloody hand, howling in unbearable agony with their faces utterly twisted.
Earlier, they had all witnessed Liang Qingming casually bring down a single palm strike and suppress Xuan Yuan Longcheng and Xuan Yuan Yulong, the two First Generation patriarchs of the Xuanyuan Lineage and True Immortal-level figures.
But now, such a powerful and terrifying existence was being held tightly in that figure's grasp as though they were merely a few chicks.
They did not even have the slightest room to resist.
They could not imagine just how powerful that figure had to be to achieve something like this!
But one thing was certain: it had to be powerful on a level utterly beyond their imagination.
Because they understood this, everyone kept swallowing hard and holding their breath.
At that moment, the figure looked at Du Chongguang and the other two, who were still struggling, and bared its teeth in a savage grin. "Ants, stop your