Everyone, whether gods, immortals, or cultivators, stood there bewildered. They no longer had weapons in their hands, their immortal artifacts were destroyed, unsure whether they should continue to fight.
They all had a sense of impending doom, feeling that their lives were about to end.
The scene just now was truly terrifying, and now there is no more battle in their hearts, no more battlefield, no more right or wrong, only the relief and fear of escaping death.
Suddenly someone shouted in panic, "My cultivation! My mana! It's gone!"
His voice was filled with fear and unease, like a duck being choked, sharp and piercing.
At this moment, the commotion spread everywhere.
"My mana is gone too!"
"My True Yuan has been abolished!"
"Where's my mana? Where is my mana?"
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