As tens of thousands of Scarlet Demonic Eyes spread across the entire sky like bleeding, poisonous tumors, an indescribable demonic pressure—foul, icy, and viscous, as though it had risen from the deepest depths of the Nine Netherworlds Demon Prison—descended like hundreds of millions of ancient demonic mountains, instantly crashing down upon the Illusionary Gate's mountain-protecting array!
The great array shuddered violently. Upon the light screen, the countless phantom stars that had originally revolved without end now flickered madly, brightening and dimming erratically. Innumerable fine cracks spread and widened rapidly across its surface like a spiderweb, releasing overloaded, cracking groans. The array's radiance visibly dimmed.
At the same time, the phantom of the Dream Soul Bell enveloping the entire sect let out a deep toll filled with pain and struggle. The sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and myriad spirit phantoms flowing across its walls twisted and blurred violently. Countless tiny, corroded pits were eaten into the bronze surface of the bell by that bloodlike viscous demonic pressure.
The bell's radiance flickered wildly, bright and dim by turns, like a candle in the wind that could go out completely at any moment.
The two layers of protection were instantly suppressed. The terrifying suffocating sensation that had just been dispersed—enough to freeze souls and crush flesh—swept across the Illusionary Gate's mountain gate once more like a world-destroying tsunami, heavier, more viscous, and more despair-inducing than before!
"Pfft!"
Countless weaker disciples instantly turned pale as paper, as though invisible giant hands had seized their throats. Some were even shaken into vomiting blood by the terrifying pressure and collapsed limply to the ground.
The entire Illusionary Gate was like a place thrown into a boiling Nine Netherworlds Demon Sea, every inch of space filled with suffocating deathly aura.
"Chen... Fei..."
A low, hoarse murmur, seemingly