One hundred and five Red Dust Immortals!
At this moment, standing behind Yang Ji, their invisible aura merged into one, suffocatingly oppressive.
The aura Liu Xiaosheng released was utterly compressed around him, unable to break free.
His face was extremely unsightly at this moment, frozen in place, at a loss whether to move or stay still, twitching at the corners.
The five great elders of the Demon Sect felt a tremble in their hearts, and their previously bold spirits were now doused by half, leaving them afraid to speak.
"So many Red Dust Immortals, where did they come from?" Disciples and elders of the Wuji Dao Sect were incredibly astonished, shockingly witnessing this scene.
It was impressive for ordinary folks to see one or two Red Dust Immortals, let alone seeing over a hundred at once.
This sight delivered a tremendous visual impact and mental shock to them.
"Thinking of bullying with numbers? Let's all go at once, let's have some fun with them!" Yang Ji mocked.
