Screams rose and fell in succession.
The cultivators at the scene were almost tortured to death.
Compared to Zhou Yan's slaughter, the crisis slaughter in this world was truly cruel, truly ruthless, and despairing.
But in just a moment, as the pale flames passed, out of five thousand cultivators, nearly four hundred had fallen, which was fewer than before.
The surviving cultivators were all very grateful to the Holy Daughter Jiang Yuning, and their hearts were filled with respect and awe for her.
"Thunder!"
"The thunder is coming, everyone... everyone insert your souls into the Artifact Spirits, although this may damage the weapons, and even lead to the death of the Artifact Spirits, but it is the only way to survive."
Zhou Yan looked at the sky, his expression uncertain because he too gradually felt the crisis.
If it continued like this, even if he was not attacked, more terrifying dangers awaited him.
