Boom.
A terrifying pressure descended. Even though Lin Feng used the Gyro Lotus to defend himself immediately, he still felt as if his small chiliocosm was being torn apart, as fragile as glass, as if it would collapse in the next moment.
"Chiliocosm Sovereign Nonary Star!"
"Retreat, retreat quickly. Chiliocosm Sovereign Nonary Star is a lunatic. Retreat quickly."
"What? A Seven-cataclysm Chiliocosm Sovereign? I thought that Chiliocosm Sovereign Nebula was just joking. I didn't expect him to really invite the Chiliocosm Sovereign Nonary Star to descend. The cataclysmic power in his body is almost out of control. In at most a hundred years, the Epochal Cataclysm will probably erupt completely. At this moment, the Chiliocosm Sovereign Nonary Star is simply unrestrained and has no reservations at all. He absolutely cannot be provoked."