The aura that surged from deep within Xianji Mountain was extremely terrifying. All the cultivators present felt that their saint souls were about to fly out of their bodies.
Ghost King Bloodmoon bore great pressure. Cracks appeared on her ghost body.
The other cultivators were naturally even worse off. They were practically all sprawled out on the ground. They couldn't bear the aura's suppression at all.
"Haha! All of you will die!" Sword Saint Mingdong laughed. He lowered himself onto one knee and kowtowed to the ball of deathly Qi in the air.
This actually made a Sword Saint kneel down and bow?
Qing Xiao, Zhang Ruochen, and Pei Yutian stood with difficulty. They didn't fall, but their shock was ineffable.
The ground was densely-packed with black shadows. The ball of deathly Qi in the sky had a bony hand hovering in it. Not only did it have five fingers, it also had an arm.
"It really is that thing…"