At that moment, the air between heaven and earth suddenly solidified like iron, oppressive enough to suffocate.
Even the howling gale seemed to have its throat clamped shut by an invisible giant hand, coming to a complete standstill in midair without so much as a ripple stirring again.
The gray-black mist of the Evil Spirit Domain pounced like a hungry tiger devouring its prey, already closing to within several miles of the Devil Race Defense Line.
The evil, baleful aura churning within the mist bored through every gap in the barrier like maggots burrowing into bone, seeping thread by thread into the defense line.
The Low-Level Devil Race Cultivators in the front instantly stiffened and trembled all over. Their souls seemed to be pierced by countless steel needles, the pain unbearable. Even their teeth chattered uncontrollably, and all strength to raise their heads had been drained away.
High above, the demonic aura around hundreds upon hundreds of Ninth-Order Great Demons grew increasingly dense and viscous, roiling like ink.
The surrounding void was corroded and warped by that domineering demonic aura, rippling with strange waves as if it might be torn apart completely in the next instant.
They fixed their gazes on the churning mist and densely packed Anomaly Army ahead, their expressions solemn as ten-thousand-year-old black iron. Apprehension filled their brows, while the violent demonic aura gathering at their fingertips was almost solid.
As black Demonic Flames flickered and spat, the pressure radiating from their bodies descended like Mount Tai bearing down from above, nearly crushing this stretch of heaven and earth into ruin.
Heaven and earth fell utterly silent. Every Devil Race Cultivator held their breath and focused their minds, even breathing as lightly as possible for fear that the slightest trace of aura might disturb the storm about