Zuo Feng could clearly sense the changes happening behind him, but his physical condition was currently at its worst. Forget about turning around to look; he couldn't even slightly move his neck, so he stood there motionless like a wooden stake.
Although Zuo Feng couldn't see behind him, he could clearly see the expressions of those surrounding him. It was a pure kind of fear. Regardless of their level of cultivation or faction, their expressions were exceptionally uniform in that moment. Each of them instinctively raised their weapons in front of them, a subconscious act of self-protection.
Their bodies were tense with nervousness, their mouths gaped wide open, wide enough to easily fit an adult's fist inside. Their eyes bulged out, and Zuo Feng could even see their pupils, shrunken to the size of pinholes at that moment.
