The white fog spread out slowly. Everything it passed froze into white frost, including the air.
The devastating and terrifying shriek coming from the middle-aged sword cultivator drowned in the white fog only lasted less than the span of three breaths. It stopped entirely and the air turned dead silent.
The four demigods who were lagging behind had their guards up when the white fog drowned the middle-aged sword cultivator. Their hearts sank when they heard his devastating shriek that came later on.
The four stopped charging forward and attempted to step back.
However, it was too late for the ponytailed saber cultivator. He charged even faster than before, trying to attack before the middle-aged sword cultivator could since he had been one step behind earlier.
Although he rushed with all of his might to prove himself before the master of the clan, he was still slower than the middle-aged sword cultivator.
