Boom!
A terrifying aura spread between heaven and earth.
A figure with arms crossed led his men into the void, unmatched dominance in his eyes. Wind and clouds changed color for him, and countless cultivators trembled in fear!
At the sight of such an anomaly,
pairs of upturned eyes began to quiver uncontrollably. Merely enveloped by that pressure, everyone was too frightened to move, cold sweat streaming down their faces.
Even Cheng Yuxun's throat bobbed as his entire body nearly stiffened!
"Gulp..."
"We're finished. This time, we're really finished."
The moment he saw the leader of the Black Dragon Divine Guard appear, he knew the matter had been settled. Yi Feng's strength had indeed exceeded expectations, but before such a terrifying being, he likely had little hope of survival.
They were all from the outside world. Their cultivation could never be mentioned in the same breath as the permanent residents of the Land of Fallen Gods!
Forget fighting back—even fleeing was a vain hope...
As hope was about to be severed once more,
Cheng Yuxun and the others wore expressions of self-reproach, as though all was lost.
The entire scene fell into deathly, terrified silence. The mining grounds at the foot of the mountain were as quiet as cicadas in winter!
High in the sky,
Yi Feng carefully sized up the group of Black Armored Guards who had appeared. They all looked rather flashy, their equipment polished bright and gleaming, as if they were all quite formidable.
Especially their leader.
He wore black armor traced with gold and auspicious-cloud boots. His goatee and the lines carved into his face spoke of extraordinary experience, while his cold eyes brimmed with dominance.
At that moment, he stood with his arms crossed and his gaze lowered, his eyes likewise assessing Yi Feng.
After