Gooey fresh blood seeped between the gaps of the stone slabs in a grisly manner.
More than a hundred Rakshasas circled around the remaining cultivators and their massive feet left behind bloodied footprints on the stone slabs in a frightening manner!
The tall and massive bodies of the Rakshasa and their pitch-black meat wings exerted immense pressure!
Within the group, many cultivators shivered with lowered heads - they did not dare to face the menacing faces and green eyes of the Rakshasa race.
The atmosphere was turning extremely repressive!
In fact, many cultivators were wary about how they breathed, afraid that they might draw the attention of the Rakshasa race with any activity.
"Hahahaha!"
The Rakshasa leader was delighted when he saw that and reared his head in laughter. "So, these are the so-called paragons of the human race! How worthless!"
Nobody refuted him.
