Amid racing wind and thunder, raging water and fire, beneath dark clouds that blotted out the sun and among millions of heavenly soldiers, as the seven True Lords parted the clouds and four great demons tore through the sky, the great enemy Zhentian Demon Venerable had been thinking of day and night—Judicial Heavenly Lord Jiang Sheng—finally appeared.
Yet the instant Jiang Sheng appeared, that grand and boundless might of calamity pressed down until the countless demon soldiers and demon generals within Tianbi Mountain could not breathe. Beneath that abyssal, prisonlike pressure of disaster, under the shroud of that heavy, suffocating aura of tribulation, the demon soldiers and generals either burst outright into bloody mist or were crushed to the ground, bones and tendons snapping, unable to move.
Even the Thirteen Demon Kings of Tianbi Mountain trembled under Jiang Sheng's pressure, as though their very bloodlines were shuddering.
Only Zhentian Demon Venerable was in somewhat better condition, but even his arms trembled faintly and every hair on his body stood on end, as if he had sensed some natural enemy. That fear, unique to demonic spirits and monsters in their youth when facing heavenly thunder, a terror born from blood and marrow, surged back into his heart, letting Zhentian Demon Venerable understand what it meant for heavenly might to be immeasurable.
For a time, the eighty million li around Tianbi Mountain fell so silent one could hear a crow or sparrow. Even the howling astral winds and roaring thunder above the firmament seemed to have lost their sound.
Against the backdrop of astral wind and thunder, amid the surging clash of heavenly fire and dark water, only that Daoist in a blue-green crown and black robe hovered amid the twining wind and lightning like a celestial being, lotuses of water and