Because this was a plain, the Nascent Souls were exposed out in the open wilderness. Pits of every sort, collapsed hills, and grassland all displayed the wretched state left by the battle before.
At this moment, even the cold wind seemed to carry a bone-piercing chill.
It made them shiver out of nowhere. As Nascent Souls, they did not know how long it had been since they had experienced such a terrifying encounter.
That feeling of walking along the edge of life and death at any moment was like when they had first stepped into the cultivation world and run into bandit cultivators, leaving them frightened and uneasy.
They kept swallowing spirit pills, recovering their true essence, maintaining the calm composure they usually wore, and, of course, staying on guard against that demon corpse appearing again.
Fortunately, after waiting for a long time, they still did not see the demon corpse appear again. True Lord Xingyuan and the others even used mirror-type magic treasures to search through the void.
Clearly, the demon corpse had already left.
Thus, even when they saw so many Demon Emperors appearing around them, the Nascent Souls instead let out a breath of relief.
Those Demon Emperors of the Heavenly Insect Realm did not threaten them nearly as much as that demon corpse had.
In fact, in their eyes, that demon corpse could be called a half-step Demon Saint. Its terrifying methods of imprisoning and devouring Nascent Souls were simply like the scythe of the god of death, harvesting all life.
On ordinary days, even if something happened to them, their Nascent Souls could leave their bodies and instantly teleport away, which counted as a path of retreat.
But facing that demon corpse, even after five people had died in succession, not a single Nascent Soul