They watched as the bald Cultivator at the Peak of Profound Understanding Realm was utterly consumed by black flames, dying a gruesome death on the spot.
The remaining six Cultivators were scared witless, stumbling backward involuntarily.
It was unclear if they were terrified of Chu Sheng's bizarre black flames...
...or if they just subconsciously wanted to get far away from this horrifying mosquito.
All their earlier mockery and arrogance had vanished without a trace.
All that remained on their faces was a bone-deep terror.
It was as if the tiny White-striped Aedes Mosquito floating in mid-air...
...had transformed into a soul-reaping demon before their very eyes.
The blue-robed Cultivator swallowed hard, forcefully suppressing the terror in his heart.
He shakily released his Divine Thought, cautiously sweeping it toward Chu Sheng.
He was still clinging to a sliver of hope.
