However, her expression soon changed subtly.
The stream of mortals surged around her, yet four figures stood firm like boulders, unaffected by the crowd. Instead of being pushed back, they silently closed in from all sides, subtly sealing off her escape routes.
Wang Qingyang's expression remained unchanged as her gaze swept over these four individuals.
"Four Golden Cores?"
Meanwhile, the Rogue Cultivators who sensed something amiss in the atmosphere swiftly flew towards the city's outskirts with remarkable alacrity.
Although they didn't know what would happen, none were foolish enough to linger, disregarding any potential rewards as they quickly fled.
No sooner had they ascended than one of the Golden Core Practitioners standing atop the city walls effortlessly captured them with a wave of his hand!
The mortals scattered, panicked like startled birds, but no one paid them any heed.
In the blink of an eye,
