Yang Shaocheng looked at the densely packed cultivators in the sky, feeling anxious and uneasy.
How many cultivators are there?
At least eighty or ninety thousand, and each of them quite imposing.
Among them, there are over a dozen whose aura surpasses his.
The most crucial thing is, these people seem to be coming for him.
Thinking about being targeted by such a massive cultivator army, Yang Shaocheng felt his scalp tingle.
"Father!" Yang Shaocheng couldn't help but look at his father, Yang Tianba.
At this moment, Yang Tianba also frowned, looking at the sky full of cultivators. There was no panic in his eyes, but a hint of relief flickered.
"There are no Earth Immortal level experts. I don't know if none came, or there just aren't any. If there aren't, then there's nothing to fear. With the strength of our Tianxin School's three Earth Immortal Realm experts, it will be futile no matter how many cultivators come," Yang Tianba said.
