"At your command, Divine Child!"
Three Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Golden Qilin Clan took a step forward.
Their aura suddenly skyrocketed!
Whirlwind sounds!
The ground around them was suddenly lashed by a strong wind—as if a hurricane had passed through—reducing visibility substantially.
The oppressive might of the Nascent Soul Stage enveloped everything, terrifyingly immense!
"Ah... Lin Fan, brother, run!"
Nolan Yanran reacted, crying out in alarm.
What it meant to be a Nascent Soul Cultivator, Nolan Yanran knew all too well, and she deeply understood how fearsome the Demon Race's Nascent Soul Cultivators could be!
Moreover, the Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Wilderness World were not comparable to those from the Kunlun Ruins!
It was an utterly dominating advantage!
Not to mention, Lin Fan was merely at the Golden Core Realm; facing a Nascent Soul Cultivator, his death was almost certain!
