Fengyun Yiye was fleeing at top speed, yet his heart only grew colder.
Behind him, the towering giant Master of Abyssal Sea was still strolling leisurely. He seemed casual, but in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred cultivators had been trampled to death.
"Master of Abyssal Sea, can you spare me? I'm willing to obey your every command!" Xie Fan, not far from Fengyun Yiye, looked at Master of Abyssal Sea behind them and tried desperately to transmit his voice to him. At this moment, the short old man Xie Fan looked at Master of Abyssal Sea with a trace of humble ingratiation in his eyes. He simply did not care about saving face.
Among the many cultivators who had been trampled to death, there were very few who had taken the initiative to beg for mercy and offer their submission...