That voice was like the horn of the Death God himself. The staggering pressure that had already enveloped the platform gave the thirty-odd disciples of the Paradise Celestial Palace the feeling that the world was ending.
If aura could make one feel a bone-deep chill, a sense of suffocation, a feeling of being utterly intimidated, then this pressure... this was a tangible force, an irresistible power!
A massacre. This was a true massacre!
A one-sided slaughter!
Rivers... of blood!
The killing intent flooding the air was so thick it felt tangible, causing the disciples from the Paradise Celestial Palace to lose any will to resist. Their spirits utterly shattered!
The scene was like a living Purgatory!
