"You wanted to kill me, didn't you? Come on!" Facing the encirclement of nearly twenty cultivators, Ye Tian actually took the initiative to provoke them.
Yet these cultivators seemed scared out of their wits and simply did not dare to make a move.
Several cultivators with sharp instincts even broke out in cold sweat. They realized that they were terrified, but strangely, even they themselves did not know why they were so afraid.
Surrounded by more than a dozen of them, what could this Ye Tian possibly do?
Why did they have a Sense of Danger that they would face certain death if they attacked? Was it an illusion?
Several impatient cultivators began to discuss among themselves:
"This kid is too strange!"
"What a powerful oppressive force. Why can't I move?!"
"Go to hell!"
Under extreme terror, someone finally could not endure that suffocating pressure and chose to stake his life on a single strike.
Having so many companions present gave them a psychological advantage as well.
Otherwise, if they had been alone, they definitely would not have been able to break free from the intimidation of that horrifying emotion.
Without another word, Ye Tian lunged forward in a single stride, then swung his sword at the incoming man.
Just now, he had been testing the power of this aura-based intimidation.
Even when facing many alone, it could suppress enemies until they did not dare move for several breaths.
This ability was certainly not weak, but neither was it overwhelmingly powerful.
It was because this move was useless against experts, and it also consumed a great deal of spiritual power and spiritual energy.
To Ye Tian, who liked challenging hard bones, it was a tasteless morsel.
"Too slow!" The cultivator bearing the brunt of the attack relaxed inwardly.
So this