The shadow of despair shrouded the hearts of all the cultivators of the heavenly Devil Palace.
At this point, they knew that no matter what they did, there was basically no possibility of victory.
Only despair remained.
"Run!" A devil cultivator let out a low roar. Half of his body had been torn apart by a Spirit King. His face was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with fear.
Usually, they were high and mighty, and were the rare Foundation Stage powerhouses on the continent. Even if they fought with others, they would not die. However, the current scene was constantly impacting his nerves.
"Run!" The demonic cultivator who was slightly disabled cried out in alarm and immediately started to run away. His psychological defense line had completely collapsed at this moment.
