The bone-piercing chill made all the surrounding cultivators, whether Human Race or Demonic Evil Cultivators, feel an intense pricking sensation all over their bodies. It felt as if, should they remain any longer, they would surely be robbed of their lives within ten breaths and turned into cold corpses.
Without the slightest hesitation, a dozen Dao Experts took the lead in departing. Just moments ago, they were fighting so fiercely it seemed they wanted to skin and debone each other. But now, they turned and fled, their speed even faster than when they had arrived. Everyone fears death. The longer a person lives, the more they fear it.
Once the Dao Experts took the lead in departing, the remaining cultivators naturally understood that the Ancient God's words were no joke. In an instant, the place that had just been overcrowded with people and teeming with Demons scattered, its occupants fleeing in all directions.
