Beneath the clear starry sky, endless screams of agony merged into one, bodies of elite cultivators from all realms, turned into mists of blood, fell from the heavens, dyeing this once tranquil land red.
At this moment, Leng Binghan's heart was filled with utter despair. Knowing it would come to this, why rush over in haste, thinking there was an opportunity for advantage, only to lose one's life here.
"Spare us, great ones, we won't dare do it again!" It seemed everyone's souls were frightened out of their wits, incessantly crying and begging for mercy!
Midair, Leng Binghan, who dodged Li Qingquan's bombardment, clenched his teeth and said, "Fellow Daoists, they are only three people, let's split and escape!"
"Whoosh!"
Their reaction was swift. Right after Leng Binghan's words, they transformed into flying rainbows, escaping towards the distant sky.
