"Bloody Soul Prisoner?!"
"This is only the seventh day, and we haven't displayed any overly tyrannical strength. Why has a Bloody Soul Prisoner appeared already?!"
There was a distinct tremor in the Western War God's voice.
The Bloody Soul Prisoner's cultivation had already reached the Endless Realm. According to Gusu Hanxing, its true combat strength was likely no weaker than hers at her peak.
Just as the Western War God had said, this was only the seventh day!
If things truly continued like this, even Qin Shaofeng could not imagine what terrifying existence they would encounter on the final day.
An Endless Supreme?
Or some super existence even above that?
If they truly encountered such an existence, with their meager cultivation, would they not have only the road to death ahead of them?
Perhaps even Pinghuan City would feel the pressure bearing down like a mountain?
"That old fellow should be nearby!"
The Hunchbacked Old Man suddenly appeared, his eyes slightly closed as he clearly searched for traces of the Blood Robe Old Ancestor.
He could only rely on his sealed divine sense to barely search for the Blood Robe Old Ancestor's whereabouts. It was clearly no easy task.
Yet through his special thought perception, Qin Shaofeng could clearly see the Blood Robe Old Ancestor's expression abruptly change as he swiftly fled into the distance.
Qin Shaofeng's perception could only observe.
Divine sense, however, could probe their verbal exchanges. The Blood Robe Old Ancestor had clearly understood what sort of change his presence had caused.
Pinghuan City's strength had already surpassed his imagination.
He was clearly also worried that if he truly provoked the rage of Pinghuan City's real peak experts, although his cultivation was indeed powerful, he did not have the confidence to withstand it.
Just as Gusu Hanxing