Just as the middle-aged cultivator was about to react, a second stream of light quickly flashed by, disappearing from everyone's sight in an instant.
The vast and abyss-like might froze them all to the bone.
Only after a long time did the pressure dissipate, allowing them to slowly recover.
"What kind of powerhouse is that, to possess such terrifying power through mere presence alone!"
A cultivator, pale with fright, stared in the direction where the stream of light had vanished, feeling that there had been only a hairsbreadth of distance separating it from him just moments ago.
Had the light not been a bit further away, his body might have been crushed under that oppressive force in an instant.
The other cultivators looked equally relieved.
The middle-aged cultivator took a deep breath, eyes still gripped by lingering terror: "If I'm not mistaken, such a powerhouse must have already reached the Divine King level!"
Afterward.
