The moment the dark long arrow on Lin Langtian's Demonic Bow took shape, an indescribably terrifying aura abruptly spread from his palm.
It was not merely Spiritual Power Pressure, but a terrifying force condensed from the Eight Demonic Talismans!
The Eight Demonic Talismans, created by using the Golden Spirit Wheel Mirror to replicate the Eight Ancestral Talismans, had gradually lost their former brilliance after arriving in the Great Thousand World.
Yet as Lin Langtian's strength steadily increased, the power displayed by the Eight Demonic Talismans was still not to be underestimated!
With Lin Langtian at the center, the space within a thousand zhang rippled in strange, visible waves, like a lake struck by a massive stone.
The light around him twisted and dimmed, sounds were swallowed, and even the falling snowflakes silently disintegrated into snow dust ten zhang away, merging into that pitch-black arrow.
High in the sky, Huo Xuan, standing atop the Nine Nether Cold Sparrow's back, suddenly contracted his pupils.
The azure cold light at the tips of the five Ice Arrows he was about to fire, light capable of freezing Spiritual Power itself, flickered violently beyond his control.
The Nine Nether Cold Sparrow beneath him, condensed from pure icy Spiritual Power, let out a clear cry tinged with unease and fury.
As it beat its wings, it whipped up even more violent wind and snow in an attempt to stabilize itself.
What... is this power?! Huo Xuan's heart churned like stormy seas.
He had never felt such strange and vast pressure from someone of his generation.
The black arrow had yet to leave the bowstring, yet its aura of annihilation already made his brow ache as his instincts frantically warned him.
"I can't wait any longer!" A fierce glint flashed through Huo Xuan's eyes. Forcefully suppressing the