The sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard.
Fortunately, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, so the cultivators didn't panic.
When the gravel fell to the ground, the violent spiritual energy was released, and the danger was eliminated.
The disheveled cultivators stuck their heads out from every corner and kept looking around the cave.
Obviously, they wanted to see if there were any casualties.
Then, they saw the white-faced cultivator's head smashed into pieces and he fell to the ground dead.
"Someone's dead!"
Some cultivators exclaimed and rushed forward to see if there was any way to save him.
When he got closer, he heaved a sigh of relief.
The white-faced cultivator's head had been smashed flat, and only his chin remained on his neck. Even the gods would not be able to save him.
"This guy is really unlucky."
