The Fierce Spirit Race
A powerful pressure poured from the skeletal figure, chilling everyone to the bone.
"Bad news! The Hell Black Dragon King has been moved. We've been played—there's a guardian here!"
Little Fire cried out, a trace of panic in his voice.
"This guardian is at least at the Chaos Celestial Venerable Peak Stage. We're in trouble. Does this mean I have to fall asleep again right after waking up? No!"
Li Yuanxiang's face had gone deathly pale. Even without Little Fire saying anything, he could feel how terrifying the skeletal figure's presence was. It was even more frightening than the Li Family patriarch, who was at the Chaos Celestial Venerable Peak Stage. He couldn't help regretting his decision.
Li Shen's entire body tensed as he gritted his teeth and struggled against the terrifying pressure.
The instant Bi Fan saw the skeletal figure, his pupils contracted sharply. His body trembled, and his breathing grew ragged.
"Dragon! Saint! Venerable!"
Bi Fan spoke, his voice filled with murderous intent.
As Little Fire and the others watched in astonishment, a gust of wind burst beneath Bi Fan's feet. His figure blurred and vanished, reappearing in front of the skeleton in the next instant. He clenched his fist, and the space around it twisted under the crushing force.
His fist came down, pressing straight toward the skeletal figure.
Faced with Bi Fan's punch, the blue flames in the skeleton's hollow eye sockets flared. The aura around it surged nearly tenfold in an instant, and the air seemed to solidify beneath its oppressive force.
Li Yuanxiang and the others trembled all over. Under that aura, they couldn't even summon the thought of resisting.
The skeletal figure raised a hand, revealing a bony palm wreathed in black energy. As the dark mist churned, it