Fan Gao's beard was so agitated it seemed to fly about, and he bellowed, "Retreat... retreat from Profound Darkness Mountain!"
Fan Gao's cultivation was profound, his power immense, yet at this moment he had no other choice but to have the disciples of Profound Darkness Sect flee first, scattering in all directions, escaping from Profound Darkness Mountain.
This was undoubtedly a great humiliation, to be attacked on their own turf and only able to flee was a disgrace that Profound Darkness Sect had not suffered in over a hundred years!
"Flee! Flee!"
Many disciples of Profound Darkness Sect scrambled in all directions, faced with the sight of Su Changkong who held up the heavens, as if bringing down divine punishment, they had no choice but to run, otherwise it was a dead end!
What was once a bustling Profound Darkness Sect had, in a short amount of time, become desolate and quiet.
"Go ahead."
