Zhang Nian and those loose cultivators in Qingyuan City all held their breath at this moment.
The surrounding air seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand, a suffocating sensation of extreme intensity descended, making everyone feel as if a thousand-pound boulder pressed against their chests.
Many couldn't help but feel a foreboding premonition in their hearts, like a shadow looming that couldn't be dispelled.
Just when this overwhelming aura, as if capable of devouring the heavens and earth, climbed to its peak.
The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable, like an enraged Ancient Fierce Beast, suddenly threw his head back and let out a mighty roar.
The sound was like a great bell exploding, its rolling sound waves surged like a raging tide, sweeping in all directions, causing the eardrums of those present to ache, their heads buzzing.
