Meanwhile, in the east of the Primordial Wilderness, the atmosphere within the great hall of the Demon Race Heavenly Court remained heated, yet it also carried a trace of sluggishness from having just broken free of the pressure.
Dijun sat high upon his throne, and within the faint pale gold halo surrounding him lingered a gravity that had yet to fully subside.
Just moments ago, the Saint's Pressure from Jieyin and Zhunti of the Western Land had swept through. Even with the Star Defense Array protecting the Demon Race Heavenly Court, its formation patterns had trembled from the impact.
The demons in the hall had all been suppressed until their blood and qi churned. Only after the pressure dissipated did they barely recover.
Below him stood Taiyi, Kunpeng, Fuxi, the Ten Great Demon Sages, and over a thousand Great Luo-level demon experts.
Besides their suppressed excitement and ferocity, every face bore traces of lingering exhaustion.
Taiyi tightened his grip on the Chaos Bell. A faint azure light shimmered across its surface, making it clear that he had secretly activated the Spiritual Treasure to resist the pressure just now.
Kunpeng flapped his wings more slowly than usual. A flicker of wariness toward the Saint's Pressure passed through his eyes, though beneath it lay even greater resentment at having been suppressed.
Dijun's expression was no better. Not long ago, he had emerged from seclusion after several thousand Yuanhui, having deduced the complete Great Heavenly Star Array.
With the Sun Star and Moon Star as its Formation Eyes, supported by three hundred and sixty-five primary stars, and countless demon soldiers arranged along the paths of the stars, the formation could draw upon the power of the Great Desolation Starry Sky. Its might was boundless.
Upon leaving seclusion, he had intended to immediately marshal