Wang Ming watched with a neutral expression as the sky filled with countless cultivators. Many of them were at the Core Formation Stage, and he even sensed one Golden Core Formation Realm expert. If anyone else had been in Wang Ming's place, they would have been trembling in fear, their legs turning to jelly. Despite this, Wang Ming remained calm, but the same could not be said for the girls. They were filled with despair, their bodies trembling in terror.
"It's over," Mu Yiran said, her face turning deathly pale. She had thought Wang Ming's arrival would save them, but that hope had vanished upon seeing thousands of cultivators above them.
Mu Ning Xue had similar thoughts as her daughter and turned her eyes toward Wang Ming, searching for any trace of panic but instead saw a calm expression.
'Why is he so calm?' Mu Ning Xue thought, and an absurd idea popped into her head, but she quickly shook it off.
