"Yes, luckily we didn't go in..."
"Three mid-level Saint Kings fled in disarray, we should also leave this place quickly! No matter what great opportunities this universe might hold, they are no longer within our reach!"
"Hurry! Hurry! Let's leave first and discuss later!"
Some cultivators were relieved, while many others had decided it was time to leave.
As the three mid-level Saint Kings were fleeing rapidly, other cultivators who were still leisurely waiting were wondering if they were courting death by lingering.
As they spoke, a large number of cultivators had already started to retreat, and their speed was getting faster and faster.
"What should we do?"
"The Butcher, Nine Cities, and Obsidian, the three mid-level Saint Kings have fled, and we are only at the lower realm... Have you noticed the injuries sustained by The Butcher and Obsidian? They seem quite severe, their life force is even weaker than ours..."
