Those devilry cultivators who were eager to escape felt as if a mountain had come down on the top of their head. Their breathing became ragged and their blood was surging. Then, they plopped to the ground as their legs turned weak, unable to stand up.
"Ugh!"
With a grunt, they tried to break through that force to stand up, yet the pressure of the Sacred Immortal Peak level couldn't be untied. They were unable to move as if they had been weighed down by an invisible mountain.
As the First and others escaped from the cave below, they saw a dozen devilry cultivators slumped to the ground. A strong current was surging in the air. Those people couldn't stand up and some even spurted blood from their mouths.
Then they saw their Captain turn the sword emitting blue light in his hand. A cold glint reflected out from the sword, cutting the men in half with a whizzing sound.
"Aaah…"
