More terrifying still was the grim Demonic Intent contained within that pressure. Like countless icy tentacles, it tried to bore into their souls and dismantle their will to resist.
From the smoke and dust outside the hall, a figure strode inside. In his left palm, the Qianyuan Tracking South-pointing Compass trembled violently; much of the immense force pressing down on Chen Fei and Cao Feiyu came from it.
Gu Yanzhen entered the hall, his scarlet gaze sweeping across its floor. The lingering dense Dao rhyme and pure spiritual fluctuations there clearly told him that this place had once stored an astonishing quantity of resources.
And those resources were undoubtedly on the two rats ahead who were trying to flee.
Gu Yanzhen's gaze shifted away from the traces scattered across the floor and settled on Chen Fei and Cao Feiyu, who were attempting to rush into the pale golden entrance amid the compressed space.
"Trying to escape through the Space Channel?" Gu Yanzhen sneered. His figure shot toward them as the fingers of his right hand spread slightly. Ink-black demonic qi coiled and gathered around his fingertips like living creatures, while a heart-palpitating destructive fluctuation began to condense.
However, just as Gu Yanzhen's fingers were about to close and unleash that fatal strike—
"Clang!"
A clear, soaring sword cry, filled with unyielding defiance and resolve, burst through the air like the cry of a young phoenix, exploding abruptly within the hall shrouded in demonic pressure.
This sword cry was no mere sound. It carried a fierce sword intent capable of severing shackles and breaking through all laws.
The one who released that sword cry was Cao Feiyu, who had been struggling within the solidified space.
A strange flush instantly appeared on her formerly snow-cold face. The blood qi and sword essence