A monstrous pressure swept down, like the arrival of a devastating, boundless gale.
The entire ruins of the Divine Silkworm Sect seemed to tremble violently.
The ethereal phantom of the Divine Silkworm Sect's Daoist had remained calm and indifferent until now. But in the instant that gaze descended, the faint, pure light surrounding his body began to twist and warp frantically, like a candle flame caught in a gale.
For the first time, a look of utter shock and disbelief clearly appeared on his blurry face.
Qi Yun stood his ground, letting the immense pressure wash over him. He watched the panicked Daoist phantom and grinned, baring his stark white teeth.
"Now, the one who should be worried about not getting away… is probably you, senior."
The moment Qi Yun's words fell, the crimson Blood Jade Fragments he had just crushed did not fall. Instead, as if pulled by an unseen force, they all floated up into the air.
