It was difficult to describe the sense of primal fear aroused by that aura. It was the kind of fear a man would feel when faced with a dragon; a kind of fear mortals felt in front of death. Even the cultivators that looked down on the rest of existence couldn't stop their souls from shaking when faced with its ravenous hunger.
"Fall back!" Shouted Duan Fen. But it was too late.
Like a tide, the aura began sweeping through the battlefield, ripping apart anyone unlucky enough to stand in its path. The disciples who had charged forward began dropping like flies.
In a single instance, things had taken a drastic turn. The forces of the Dajian Sect were in chaos and the Elders weren't much better off. The only one amongst them that had any chance of fighting against that tyrannical aura was the Grand Elder himself.
