Deputy General Luo's voice was steady and cold. The blood mist in the air, unprotected by Spiritual Qi, was swept away by the strong wind, vanishing without a trace.
Just moments ago, three lively Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivators were now gone from this world.
The three of them didn't even have a chance to resist, turning to ash in an instant.
A monstrous wave of shock and terror surged in everyone's hearts.
Golden Core Realm!?
That oppressive aura felt like a mountain pressing down. Although most of it had been restrained, the lingering Qi still made the Foundation Establishment Cultivators present feel their breathing slow and their Spiritual Qi circulation difficult.
The Qi Refining Cultivators, in particular, turned pale, almost collapsing to the ground.
A suffocating silence enveloped the massive training ground; only the battle flag on the high platform flapped, its sound particularly jarring.
