Weaklings
Mira waved her hand, and the cracked ice dome above her head shattered into countless ice shards. She locked onto all the Nascent Soul Realm cultivators and Rank 7 beasts, then launched those shards at them!
She wasn't trying to kill them with that attack; she just wanted to see what would happen.
"Ugh!"
"Ack! Fuck! My hand!"
"Dammit! I could barely react in time!"
Some of the stronger and more sensitive cultivators could react in time and survived, albeit barely, while the rest were left with holes through their bodies, lost limbs, or worse.
"Don't let up the pressure! She's unprotected right now!" One of the Soul Transformation Realm men shouted, unknowingly taking charge of the large crowd.
Mira glanced at the man and figured he would be one of the more difficult opponents in this fight, but she chose not to attack him right now.