In the moment when Xuanwu Daoist's Divine Soul and body were utterly destroyed and his Life Treasure, the Innate Eight Trigrams chessboard, shattered and flew apart, millions of cultivators from the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace were struck by terror.
Everyone's heart turned ice-cold, gripped by an inexplicable horror.
"Run!"
"The Taoist disciple is dead..."
"The Taoist disciple is dead!"
It was complete madness among the cultivators of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, they abandoned the still resisting army formations and scattered in all directions like ants fleeing a destroyed nest.
They jostled with one another, and on occasion, when a fellow sect member caused even the slightest obstruction, they would ruthlessly strike, blood and severed limbs flying everywhere, order completely gone.
Millions of soldiers, in an instant, collapsed!
Jiang Ding stood in the sky, slightly closing his eyes.
