Once Xu Baiyan's words fell, the human martial artists quickly dodged, avoiding the vicinity of the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon.
Approaching it further would be purely seeking death.
At this moment, the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon resembled a mass of thunderclouds, spanning the sky above Jing Niao City, drifting near Cang Ji.
In less than two seconds, the massive cannon was ultimately fixed in the void three miles away from Cang Ji.
It was quite a coincidence because right below the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon was the Demon Slaying Altar, once a proud creation of the Yangxiang Race.
Of course, since the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon would occasionally drip thunder slurry, the human martial artists all retreated to a distance.
By now, surrounding the Demon Slaying Altar was of no meaning as the low-grade martial artists of Jing Niao City were virtually extinct.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Crackling... rumble...
