The people behind were dumbfounded.
Wu Rong, Xue Ji, and the remaining twenty thousand people all looked at the back of their ancestor.
The excitement and thrill faded away, replaced by panic and confusion.
What just happened?
What did I do?
Did I kill all those fellow disciples and elders with my own hands?
How could this happen?
They had a thousand questions buzzing in their heads, almost losing the ability to think.
Only their ancestor could provide them with answers to these questions.
If it weren't for the ancestor's lofty status, they would've put a sword to his throat to roar and question him.
Why?
Didn't you say this was just a test to see if our strength had declined?
Didn't you say we could attack with confidence since you're here to back us up?
Why did it turn out like this?
However, there was no need for them to question any further.
"Who are you!"
"Damn it!"
"Invaders!"
