The vast and tumultuous army came to a halt, stopping in front of Brother Cheng.
Facing ten thousand alone is quite normal in the Cultivation Realm.
A difference of one or two Great Realms basically means different levels of beings, and in the Primordial Immortal Realm, where stars can be destroyed with a flick of the wrist, sheer numbers often have little significance.
However, when it comes to Yunmi Dao, it's another matter.
If Jiang Cheng's Holy Soul hadn't spread to them just now, allowing them to feel the Daoist Saint Level pressure, they probably wouldn't have stopped at all.
The white stone monument in the center slowly flew out.
Pitch-black mist spread, finally condensing into a peculiar figure with an indistinct face.
The Nether Race around him all bowed and lowered their heads.
Because this was Yimeng Daoist Saint, their leader.
