Worshipping the Demon God

"Ah! Ah!"

The Desolate Clan Great Power was utterly like one of the Gods and Devils, not a cultivator, beyond everyone's understanding. Now that this enormous azure figure had appeared in their sight, many on Wei Suo's side could not help crying out in horror.

Even in the night, they could see the enormous figure with perfect clarity. The distance between them was absolutely less than three thousand li.

"Roar!"

A low, demonic howl rang out, and an aura of terrifying destruction instantly burst forth. The Desolate Clan Great Power attacked, sending forth a chain-like streak of blue divine light that blanketed the sky and covered the earth. Power completely surpassing the Divine Profound realm instantly filled a vast expanse of void before it with countless spatial cracks, spreading in all directions.

Such power was unimaginable. Elder Yuan and the Witch God Woman were both seized by utter dread. They both felt that Wei Suo's escape from the hands of such an existence would simply be a miracle. Had it been either of them, they would likely have been reduced to flying ash in a single exchange.

"Ah..." Han Weiwei and the others only felt an overwhelming, tsunami-like pressure spreading through the void, leaving them terrified beyond themselves. Though Bixian Mountain was exceptionally effective at concealing its aura, it was itself fragile. If it were struck by that power, none of them would be able to remain hidden.

"Don't be afraid. He hasn't discovered us! He's just attacking at random to test things." Wei Suo instead calmed down somewhat and encouraged everyone. At the same time, he gave Elder Yuan a meaningful look, telling him to control Bixian Mountain and fly as close to the ground as possible.

"Swindler! Is he truly the only Desolate Clan figure inside that mansion?"