Capítulo 389: Lack Of Will

ROAAAAAR!

A draconian roar echoed through the desert, radiating like an invisible and overwhelming explosive wave. Within that place surrounded by a grand formation, thousands of red arrows cut through the skies, launching cultivators into the air, spitting blood, like kites whose strings had been cut.

Chaos reigned as the most powerful cultivators felt their bodies and souls tremble in the struggle to resist. A dark dance of destruction and fury shook their convictions. The air was imbued with the bitterness of blood, and hopelessness hung like a shadow over everyone. Humans or other races, all were struck by an oppression that made them feel on the brink of explosion.