The warriors of Wanxiang Mountain, trapped within the scene of Endless autumn waters and sky, felt their True Qi or True Yuan returning to their bodies at this moment, and their bodies, which had been unresponsive, were once again under their control.
Without any hesitation, they all exercised their fastest methods and charged in all directions to escape.
To save their lives, that was what they needed to do: preserve their own lives.
Zheng Ming paid no attention to the fleeing youths as his gaze shifted towards the blue hand.
The hand gently swayed, tossing the youth out of the scene of Endless autumn waters and sky, and in the moment Zheng Ming looked at this hand, he could feel the oppressive power hidden within it that intimidated all directions.
The strength concealed within this hand had already surpassed that of ordinary True Intent, making Zheng Ming tremble with what it contained.