When Baao Zhiyuan's words filled with murderous intent fell, many people present trembled all over.
Just now, the opponent had remotely launched an Ice Sword, instantly shattering a stone the size of a water jar.
No one believed their bodies could be tougher than that stone.
If that thing were to land on them, their only fate would be their souls scattering, leaving not even dregs behind.
At this moment, Baao Zhiyuan swept over from the mountains. With each step he took, the vegetation under his feet turned pitch black, and soon after, it yellowed and withered, devoid of all vitality.
Such a scene made everyone's scalp tingle, enveloped in chills, their hearts filled with extreme panic.
"Baao Zhiyuan, don't be arrogant! This is not your Demon Sect territory; if you alarm the nearby sects, you can't escape death!"
At this moment, Nie Xingchen who stood beside Yu Jinhe also showed a look of fear and angrily shouted.
