With a flip of his hand, Yan Xiang drew out a specially refined talisman. Crushing it in his palm, an invisible wave spread out into the surrounding Void.
Simultaneously, in three different areas within the Sky Demon Tower, individuals sensed the disturbance, Jade Talismans materializing in their hands.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
The sound of rending air echoed as Experts from the Green-faced Demon Sect, Bull Demon Sect, and Leopard Demon Sect took flight, disappearing into the depths of the Darkness.
Undercurrents surged; countless crises targeted Ling Chen.
However, at this point, Ling Chen was oblivious to these events. He had dealt with Hu Xiong and reached the fourth floor.
The space on the fourth floor was noticeably more oppressive than the previous three, burdened with immense pressure, akin to carrying a heavy load.
The air here was incredibly viscous, sticking to the skin like saliva.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
