At this moment, shrill cries sounded from overhead, coming from above the village.
The earth even started quaking violently amidst these shrill cries.
Each person's body rocked uncontrollably, and it was basically impossible to walk properly.
The large-scale grills toppled over, and the three figures skewered on the spits crashed heavily onto the ground.
The little fatty carrying the iron wok continuously crawled forwards for several minutes before finally reaching his three mutilated brothers, whereupon he bawled involuntarily with his mouth open.
"Run!" Meanwhile, the normal people all scattered in disorder like birds and beasts during this time when the demonic cultivators could hardly look after themselves.
"Run!" Everyone shoved each other as they fled wildly towards the village entrance.
