The blood rain abruptly ceased, and the Gang wind fell silent.
However, at this moment.
Thousands of rampant, roaring Spirit Beasts below now seemed to feel an irresistible fear, shockingly, they all prostrate on the ground, a complete silence reigned among the beasts!
Whether it was the remaining incense-burning Dao Cultivators within the city, Li Xiangyun, or the Foundation Establishment Competitors on their last gasp, not daring to flee from the House of Prince Gao.
Or even the numerous Class IV Cultivators in the air who were besieging Tang Ji.
Everyone was looking towards the man standing on the city wall to the south, a man whose arrival was sudden, whose aura was so vast, that he seemed like a divine spirit.
Even though they were far apart, Li Xiangyun still subconsciously stepped back a few steps.
The look in his eyes was filled with deep caution and solemnity.
"Who is that?!"
"Is it of the Incense Fire Dao, or one of us?"