章節 1294: Lowly

Su Ming's voice rumbled like thunder in the air. It spread in every direction, causing the hearts of the near one million cultivators in the area to tremble violently. They shook at an intensity of the earth and mountains during an earthquake. Not only everyone begin to shiver, but their cultivation bases were instantly thrown into chaos. They could not gather them at all.

The one million cultivators coughed up blood at once, and a bloody stench instantly filled the area. Patches of red also appeared on the leaves of the ancient tree.

The pain the one million cultivations in the Emperor of Abyss' True World felt at that moment surpassed what they had felt when they were suppressed by the mighty pressure formed by the True World's will roaring. They felt as if their bodies were being torn apart and their cultivation bases were on the verge of exploding and surging out of their bodies. Shrill screams of pain rang out everywhere.