Yun Qingmiao felt a sudden heaviness in her sea of consciousness.
When she regained her senses, she saw three corpses falling from mid-air.
"What... What happened?"
She was completely bewildered, turning to look at the equally clueless twelve elders.
Their survival was mostly thanks to Fang Xing.
To him, Foundation Establishment cultivators were now mere ants, not deemed high-level cultivators, and thus not worthy of even one palm force from him.
Otherwise, today would have marked the Yun Family's annihilation.
Whoosh!
As if just coming to their senses, the gathered Foundation Establishment cultivators scattered like birds and beasts, each fleeing for their lives.
Originally, they were only there to fight a winning battle due to an edict from the Xuantian Sect.
When facing death, the first choice was certainly to escape.
After all... the Immortal Path values self-preservation!