Gazing at the majestic Giant Spirit God, shock was painted across everyone's faces.
Yuan Hong couldn't help but frown; although he was confident in defeating the Giant Spirit God, the emergence of a Golden Immortal Realm powerhouse still filled him with doubts.
Could it be another strong being coming to submit to Qin Jun?
The Giant Spirit God did not care about the thoughts of the people on the city walls; he looked down at the trembling cultivators around him, insignificant as ants, and bellowed, "Leave now, or die!"
The voice was like thunder from the ninth heaven, scaring hundreds of thousands of cultivators into hastily turning tail and fleeing. As for the leader in the Taoist robe, he had already been flattened. The Giant Spirit God's descent had crushed or shaken to death at least ten thousand people.
But after all, the Giant Spirit God was a deity, and he knew that killing too many would entangle him with karmic retribution, so he did not continue the slaughter.
