In the sky, a dark cloud that had appeared unnoticed covered the whole of Mingzhu. Rains fell from the heavens and the night cast its veil over the city. The occasional glimmers of starlight could do nothing to change the pitch-blackness of this area.
At the same time, among the five Qi Cultivation Period cultivators surrounding Xiao Qiang, excluding the one who was at the mid-stage of Qi Cultivation Period, the rest suddenly produced large banners in their hands.
Marginal to them, thirty-six cultivators of the Qi Condensation Period, although of diverse heights, were uniformly clothed in black robes, standing silently.
These people made no movements nor sounds, as if they were unfeeling stones standing there. If you were to look down from above, you'd find their attention converged on one point.
The place where Xiao Qiang stood had become the target of these black-robed individuals exuding a strong murderous aura.
