"..."
Leng Chuan looked up at the scene, his hands and feet turning icy cold. His fingers clenched tightly, slick with cold sweat.
Of these several hundred people, two-thirds were in the Human Immortal Realm, and all the rest possessed Quasi-Emperor Realm strength!
Moreover, most of them were Quasi-Emperors just one step away from becoming Great Emperors!
One could say that, were it not for the restriction that each world could have only one Great Emperor, they could easily have entered the Great Emperor Realm.
He could not help marveling inwardly, As expected of the Pangu World. Its experts truly stand as thick as a forest!
Deep down, he had all but sentenced himself to death.
Chen Mu and Ye Qingcheng being powerful was their business.
Leng Chuan understood one truth very well: when immortals fought, mortals suffered.
There was no guarantee he would survive the shock waves of their battle.
Especially as he watched hundreds of people hovering above his head, the blades in their hands blazing with spiritual qi, their light connecting and converging.
In the end, it actually formed a formation diagram.
"This is an eight-star formation!" Leng Chuan's understanding of formations was limited. Though he could not identify which formation they were using, discerning its lofty rank was not difficult.
All he could say was that this was indeed the Pangu Sacred Domain. Formations only went up to rank nine, yet they could casually deploy an eight-star formation.
From this, he could tell that they had not taken Chen Mu and Ye Qingcheng's arrival lightly. On the contrary, they regarded it with great seriousness.
The last flicker of hope for survival in Leng Chuan's heart was mercilessly snuffed out.
With a bitter smile, he murmured so quietly that only he could hear, "I'm afraid I'm certain