Su Chen stood there, silent.
Motionless.
In the quiet, the deadly stillness, a single shout had killed a full thirty thousand Martial Cultivators.
Gone in the flick of a finger!
That chilling heart-gripping fear, the cold breath, filled the air, almost freezing everything, blurring reality and illusion…
Not to mention Qin Feiwu and the others, even Chu Kang, Chen Jianqiong, Lan Xiangnan, and the rest were scared stiff, gasping for breath.
So many of them, so many strong fighters, confronting the hundred thousand people led by Qin Feiwu, fighting desperately, nearly half were wounded or killed, only to slaughter twenty thousand of Qin Feiwu's hundred thousand.
And Su Chen? Just with a fierce shout, thirty thousand Martial Cultivators had gone to Yellow Springs.
Too terrifying!!!
This was beyond human capability.
Even a Demon God would be no different.