The cultivators and disciples of the Yiming Ghost Sect looked at the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng hovering above the mountain gate with dry throats and trembling bodies, afraid that it might swoop down and devour them.
After all, it's not unusual for a Demon King to feast on cultivators.
Even the Nascent Soul Spirit Body of their Supreme Elder was swallowed by this golden peng bird.
"Heh..."
Lu Changsheng shook his head slightly, feeling that the intimidation formed by this Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng was even more significant than his own.
He entered the Yiming Ghost Sect, extending his Nascent Soul Divine Consciousness.
Through divination and observing qi, he carefully scrutinized the remaining Yiming Ghost Sect cultivators to see who harbored ill intentions, planned to flee, or intended to send messages outside.
Admittedly, such methods cannot fully comprehend others' thoughts and intentions.
