"Ah!"
A sudden scream of terror echoed through the air.
But the scream came quickly and disappeared just as fast.
In just a moment, everything fell silent.
This made everyone's eyebrows twitch wildly.
It was truly too brutal.
The Mahayana group from the Light Feather Race was utterly vulnerable.
With just a light sweep of the Killing Flag in Ji Haoyuan's hand, they all perished.
"Send all your tribe's treasures and all your classic texts to me."
At this moment, Ji Haoyuan seemed to be speaking across endless time and space to the Light Feather Race, the Golden Horn Race, and the other Mahayana forces that had just besieged him.
"Otherwise, I can only pay your noble tribe a personal visit then.
What might happen then, I can't say."
This was a blatant threat.
The cultivators from the Light Feather Race and the Golden Horn Race, as well as those from other forces threatened by Ji Haoyuan, were all furious.
But faced with his current might, there was nothing they could do.
