The moment the pitch-black arrow formed on the string of the Demonic Bow in Lin Langtian's palm, an indescribably terrifying aura abruptly spread outward.
It was not mere Spiritual Power pressure, but a terrifying force condensed from eight Demonic Talismans!
The Eight Great Demonic Talismans, created by using the Golden Spirit Wheel Mirror to replicate the Eight Great Ancestral Symbols, had gradually faded into obscurity after arriving in the Great Thousand World.
Yet as Lin Langtian's strength steadily rose, the power displayed by the Eight Great Demonic Talismans was still not to be underestimated!
Centered on Lin Langtian, the space within a thousand zhang rippled in strange, visible waves, like a lake struck by a massive stone.
The light around him twisted and dimmed, sound was swallowed, and even the falling snowflakes silently disintegrated into snow dust ten zhang away from him, merging into that black arrow.
High in the sky, Huo Xuan, standing atop the Nine Nether Cold Sparrow's back, suddenly contracted his pupils.
The faint blue chill radiance at the tips of the five ice arrows he was about to fire—cold enough to freeze Spiritual Power—began flashing violently beyond his control.
The Nine Nether Cold Sparrow beneath him, condensed from pure ice Spiritual Power, let out a clear cry tinged with unease and fury,
Its wings beat furiously, whipping up an even more violent blizzard in an attempt to stabilize itself.
What... is this power?! A storm surged within Huo Xuan's heart.
He had never felt such bizarre and vast pressure from anyone of his generation.
Before that black arrow had even left the bowstring, the intent of annihilation it radiated was already making his brow throb with pain, while his spiritual senses frantically warned him.
"I can't wait any longer!" A ruthless glint flashed through Huo Xuan's