Hua Qiang Makes His Move, the Might of a Single Palm

Ailaria's Galaxy Realm pressure locked onto Ji Defa, making him feel as though a great mountain were crushing down upon him.

"You... how did you become so strong?

No, that's impossible!"

Ji Defa felt as though his entire worldview were about to collapse.

He had cultivated for over a thousand years before barely breaking through to the Star Cloud Realm. That had made him unrivaled throughout the Elf Kingdom, with only the Elf Queen Elamari able to suppress him slightly.

But now, facing Ailaria, he was like a lone boat upon the vast sea, battered by raging waves and liable to capsize and sink at any moment.

How could he not be shocked?

How could he possibly believe it?

"Get on your knees!"

Thud!

Like an extremely obedient child, Ji Defa dropped to his knees at Ailaria's furious shout.

Then his face flushed the color of pig liver, and veins bulged across his forehead.

Humiliation!

Utter, monstrous humiliation!

Having lived to such an age, when had he ever been forced to kneel by a junior?

How was he supposed to hold his head up before others from now on? How could he command his subordinates?

"Ah—"

Consumed by fury, Ji Defa threw back his head and roared, struggling desperately. The muscles all over his body split apart, and blood sprayed out.

Yet he still could not break free from Ailaria's pressure. At that moment, he even wanted to die.

"My lord, please help me!"

At the forefront of the Evil Spirit army, the blurred figure shrouded in black mist was undergoing unprecedented inner torment.

The thick, ink-like mist surged violently with his emotions, sometimes condensing into savage beastly shapes, sometimes spreading into formless haze, as if the entire space were trembling along with his struggle.

He stared fixedly at the