Seeing that everyone's attention was back on herself, Zhao Yan nonchalantly gave a look towards her three martial artist subordinates in the Bronze Realm, whom she had arranged beside her.
Suddenly, her face turned cold, and the power of her Qi and blood was fully invoked.
At the same time, the three martial artists in the Bronze Realm beside her also triggered the power of their Qi and blood.
For a moment, most of the courtyard was engulfed in an unexplainably oppressive atmosphere.
Everyone could only feel a heaviness on their shoulders, their knees weakening, as if their bodies were burdened by huge weights, causing them to shrink down involuntarily.
Meanwhile, they felt an inexplicable panic within them, and cold sweat dropped from their foreheads.
Goosebumps arose in an instant on both their arms.
In that moment, they were overcome with the impulse to abandon everything and flee.