The heavens and earth were oppressive, the atmosphere stifling.
Lu Shi had narrowly escaped death. Standing there and watching coldly, a trace of unwillingness still lingered between his brows.
He knew Su Yi was destined to suffer calamity next.
Yet the thought that Su Yi would not die by his own hand left Lu Shi unable to let it go.
But none of that mattered.
In the current situation, what made Lu Shi's heart tremble most were the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor and that shabbily dressed monk.
The auras emanating from both of them were too terrifying!
Lu Shi did not know who these two were, but he was utterly certain that they were far stronger than Heavenly Emperors!
They were very likely, like his backer Li Shouhu, two beings who had long shattered the shackles of fate and transcended the River of Destiny!
The Divine Owl Demon Ancestor, Wang Zhiwu, and the others had their states of mind and souls suppressed, all feeling as though they could scarcely breathe.
No one dared move rashly. Their instincts told them that the slightest movement would bring calamity upon them!
The Demon Ancestor Lu Shu stood there with his head lowered, silent.
He was the only one present who knew the identities of the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor and the monk. Yet precisely because of that, he knew all too well that in the current situation, he had no place to speak.
Even if he wanted to help Su Yi, he could not open his mouth!
At this moment, the clear, youthful voice of the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor still echoed between heaven and earth.
And every gaze was fixed upon Su Yi alone.
The Abyss of Myriad Tribulations Emperor's words were blunt and direct, without the slightest attempt