Hearing Stankov's pleading words.
The three patriarchs glanced at each other and smiled, then focused their minds.
In just an instant.
The suffocatingly powerful pressure suddenly vanished.
The three patriarchs' auras were completely gone, turning back into three ordinary old men.
Stankov let out a long sigh of relief.
Just a bit more.
Just a tiny bit more.
He almost couldn't withstand the pressure just now, almost suffocating to death.
Fortunately, the three patriarchs withdrew their aura in time.
Otherwise, he would surely have met his end today.
Stankov's legs gave out, and he knelt before the three patriarchs, kowtowing: "Thank you, patriarchs, for sparing me!"
"Alright, hurry and lead the way. The sooner we go, the sooner we can eliminate that invader. That way, we can minimize the losses of our family's strong fighters!"
The Fire Ancestor waved his hand, speaking with a cold laugh.
