"Ha Chi——"
Shen Mountain Ancestor fell from the sea of clouds. Although he was a Daluo Immortal, he was now gasping for breath like a mortal. More than exhaustion, he was mainly frightened.
Having cultivated in the Great Nan Continent for so many years, he was well aware of Southern Sumeru.
But he didn't know when such a fierce god appeared.
The scene of those Bodhisattvas being slaughtered still lingered in Shen Mountain Ancestor's mind and wouldn't go away. Not to mention any sense of camaraderie, the young man's expression hadn't changed much at all.
Thinking of this, he shivered all over.
Jade Pond Ancestor beside him was in a similar state. It took her a lot of effort to stabilize her emotions, but she couldn't help but look back again.
Seeing that the figure in the black robe hadn't chased them, she clenched her five fingers hard, but found her body already weak.
"They're all dead..."
Jade Pond Ancestor withdrew her gaze, her voice trembling.
"One survived."
