He sensed the terrifying ancient pressure filling the air and spread out, feeling the powerful terror of the air current at the palm of his hand. The leader of the devilry cultivators' gazes also narrowed, and they immediately yelled, "Hurry! Form a formation!"
The sinister voice, amassed with urgency and pressure, woke them up. The devilry cultivators who had fallen to the ground looked at the person in charge, gritted their teeth, put their finger to their mouths and bit them. As blood flowed, they pressed the blood against their foreheads. Then, one after the other, they quickly sat cross-legged and gathered their hands in front of them to form seals.
Watching this scene, Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu exchanged glances. Their brows knitted together, as their eyes flashed with deep thought and caution. Instinctively, they protected the three children behind them.
