Gray Gray squeezed its eyes shut, all four legs trembling like chaff in a sieve.
Only one thought remained in its head: its life as a donkey ended here...
Changsheng, my master, Lord Si Chen, in my next life, I shall once again toil as your donkey and horse.
Hmm...
Huh...?
Before its tragic inner monologue was finished, it suddenly felt as though... it wasn't feeling anything?
It secretly opened one eye.
The pale golden barrier still covered it firmly, keeping that terrifying pressure outside.
Gray Gray froze for a moment, then was overjoyed.
This donkey is still alive!
Meanwhile, Si Chen had already leaped off its back, a spear of lightning in his hand, though who knew when he had taken hold of it.
So handsome.
That was the thought that had popped into Gray Gray's head at the time.
The two or three red-armored cultivators were also stunned.
The spirit transformation stage.
Under the Immortal Realm's classifications, that level of cultivation did not even qualify someone as a "foot soldier." At most, they were slightly sturdier cannon fodder.
Yet he could withstand their pressure?
Although they had not exerted their full strength just now, merely releasing their fields casually, it was still far beyond what an ant from the Lower Realm could withstand.
Si Chen was actually a little displeased.
He had spent several months in Great Yin. Although there were many rules, everyone was at least polite on the surface.
Back in the Eastern Region, even bandits blocking the road would first exchange a few formalities, observing courtesy before resorting to force.
Why did people in this so-called "Immortal Realm" immediately resort to violence?
He was only asking for directions. Was that really necessary?
Since they showed no courtesy, he had no need to be polite