Above the firmament, a bleak dragon skeleton floated mid-air, its oppressive aura vast as an abyss or sea, causing heaven and earth to lose their colors.
Mr. Tang and the ten Gold Guards bore heavy expressions, fine beads of sweat seeping from their foreheads, struggling under this terrifying pressure.
"Press down again!"
Tang Zizhen shouted crisply.
The Gold Guards once more took action.
Ten attacks interwove into a net, wrapping around the dragon skeleton like an inescapable trap.
Yet this skeleton, exuding the aura of Inner God Realm Perfection, merely trembled slightly, causing the attacks to shake violently, almost on the verge of collapse.
An anxious look crossed Tang Zizhen's face.
Although they sealed this terrifying Pseudo-God, if it continued for long, it would inevitably break through Inner God Realm Perfection, and when that happens, none here would survive.
