The Cyclone only got closer and closer as the followers of the skull god started to sustain even greater damage.
"Ahh! Nooo!!!" Another one of them was sucked into the cyclone and exploded into minced meat.
Seeing that this was only getting worse, the Nascent Soul realm follower decided to bite the bullet and ask for help.
"Oh, Great Prophet! Help us! We cannot hold on anymore!" They called out.
"Oh? So they finally decided to do this?" Shirong said upon hearing the words of the followers.
He could very well see the fear on their faces and their inability to hold on against the attack. This was of course an exceedingly strong attack, that even Shirong had to admit he had not seen before.
'Will father even be able to resist something like this if he was at the same cultivation base as me right now?' Shirong couldn't help but wonder.
