Just as everyone thought the crisis was over, the remnants of the Netherworld Demon Lord's skeleton suddenly exploded, transforming into thousands of eerie green demon shadows, fleeing in all directions.
"Run quickly! If these demon shadows escape, there will be endless devastation!"
The voice of the mysterious monk's remnant soul was weak yet urgent.
No need for more words; everyone knew the situation was critical. They were aware that there was no longer any peace here, and immediately used escape techniques to fly towards the exit.
The "Golden Core Realm" trial field lost control!
Such powerful demon fiends have emerged here; it's no longer feasible to remain.
Only by leaving here can there be a chance for survival.
As for the demon shadows dispersed by the Netherworld Demon Lord?
No one had the luxury to concern themselves with these.
Once outside, the whole Immortal Cultivation Realm will naturally deal with them!
