The Divine Art unleashed by the Ghost Demon Emperor was of an extraordinarily high level. His body was like a black hole, dragging in the surrounding space.
Jiang Ping An desperately poured blood qi into the Flying Feather Wings, trying to break free of the art's influence.
Yet his body remained flying in place, unable to move. Under the immense pressure, his body and the Flying Feather Wings behind him creaked as they warped.
His blood qi was consumed at a terrifying rate, and his once-full flesh gradually shriveled.
Terror gripped Jiang Ping An.
The Flying Feather Wings were a Void God-level Supreme Treasure, on par with a second-order Void God. Yet even such a divine artifact had been directly suppressed by the Ghost Demon Emperor!
The fluctuations of laws coming from the Ghost Demon Emperor were clearly only at the Lord God level, yet he could overpower a Void God-level Supreme Treasure!
Was this the might of someone who had once been a supreme Emperor?
Seeing the fear on Jiang Ping An's face, the Ghost Demon Emperor gave a sinister sneer.
"This Emperor is the one best suited to be the Seventh Person. Trash like you isn't worthy."
The Flying Feather Wings behind Jiang Ping An gradually deformed under the tremendous pressure.
"I never wanted to be the Seventh Person! That damned mirror entered my body for no reason. If you want it, Senior, you're welcome to take it!"
He had no idea what was so good about being the Seventh Person that an Emperor Rank powerhouse would care so much.
His words seemed to enrage the Ghost Demon Emperor. That face covered in green markings instantly twisted. "You damned little bastard!"
What he had dreamed of obtaining was utterly worthless in this insect's eyes. To him, that was