Hao Jiuyou and his party were all brutally pinned to the ground by that vast pressure, their bodies sunk deep into the rock, unable to move. Monstrous waves of shock had already surged through their hearts.
Everyone's faces were deathly pale, their eyes churning with incredulous shock. No one had expected that A Diao, who had vanished without a trace for so many years, would have undergone such a complete, transformative leap in cultivation during the years he had been gone.
The overwhelming, majestic aura before them was already on an entirely different level from theirs. That grim pressure, vast as mountains and seas, was clearly something only a true Reincarnation Realm expert could command.
This sudden, drastic change left everyone's minds trembling and their worldview overturned. They only felt it was absurd—and terrifying.
Yet under the suffocating shroud of that terrifying pressure, the blood and qi throughout their bodies stagnated, their meridians stiffened, and they could not even open their mouths to speak, much less put up the slightest resistance. They could only barely move their eyes and stare blankly from the corners of their vision at Little Sable before them.
At that moment, Little Sable stood proudly in place with his head raised, his face full of smug triumph. His eyes held deep indifference and disdain as he looked down from above at Hao Jiuyou and the others who had been pressed to the ground. That posture was like a supreme being looking down upon ants, the arrogance in his bones laid bare without reservation.
Little Sable coldly looked down at Hao Jiuyou, who was pinned tightly to the ground by the pressure. Thinking of how this man had excluded and made things difficult for him everywhere in the clan in the past, secretly formed factions to seize