Yang Zhen wasn't even sure if he had a syndrome, but seeing the dense crowd covering the mountains made him genuinely feel a tingling on his scalp.
It was overwhelming. Yang Zhen had never seen so many people before. It seemed comparable only to two nations at war. Did those scenes of armies, frequently hundreds of thousands strong, really exist?
Wuting Mountain stretched for hundreds of miles, filled with towering mountains and lush greenery that brimmed with life. Now, under the terrifying fluctuations of aura, it appeared particularly pitiful.
Even the most vibrant mountains couldn't withstand the violent aura from so many practitioners.
Fortunately, everyone instinctively restrained their aura; otherwise, with so many people unleashing their full power, this place would likely become scorched earth in an instant.
Although there were many people on Wuting Mountain, as Qi Yunling had said, they were divided into several large factions.
