The moment several eerie "zhi-zhi" sounds appeared, a few cultivators from the Hanji Sect felt as if waves of chilling wind were sweeping across their bodies.
This bone-chilling cold that felt like frostbite intensified, as if they were enclosed in ice coffins, with a sinister and terrifying aura rushing towards them.
Even within this chilling wind, there seemed to be numerous resentment qi and curses. The aura that swooped out from within emitted the spiritual might of False Cores, even Golden Core Great Cultivators, shocking them to the point of almost losing their souls and spirits.
"Ah——!"
A few Qi Cultivating cultivators turned pale and fainted on the spot.
"Roar!"
A shadow flashed. Chu Xun, wearing Lin He's sparse-haired head, charged towards the only late Foundation Establishment cultivator present.
