"Roar!!"
A deafening roar swept across the mountains and seas, sending the azure waves crashing violently against a tall mountain.
Amidst the mountain, Cultivators scattered in panic. Although some Cultivators' features were twisted in distress, they still forced themselves to remain calm, operating the Great Formation in the hope of withstanding the onslaught.
But many more Cultivators took out their escape Precious Tools, which they had exchanged for at great cost, trying to clutch at their last thread of life amid this demonic calamity. Even if they were the Stewards or Elders of this Sect, respected by thousands on ordinary days and with their entire families settled here,
under the terrifying shock of a Unity Realm Stage Great Demon, all these things were instinctively cast aside.
However...where was there ever a chance of survival, let alone a hold on it.