The imposing auras of more than thirty Dou Sheng Experts clashed evenly with the chilling pressure of the Soul Clan's dozen-plus top experts.
Like two thunderclouds on the verge of colliding, the oppressive tension left everyone struggling to breathe.
Under this terrifying pressure, space let out a pained groan, as if it could bear no more.
Fine black cracks spread through the void between the two sides like a spiderweb.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two figures facing off—Lin Chen in his green robes and Hun Tiandi in his black cloak.
Hun Tiandi's gaze was like a bottomless, icy pool as it slowly swept over the terrifying lineup behind Lin Chen!
Zhu Kun, Gu Yuan...
One renowned expert after another, famous across the continent, now stood like the most loyal guards, protecting that young man.
As for his Soul Clan, even with Nihility Devouring Flame's black fire capable of burning souls and the Four Demon Saints' ferocious auras,
they still seemed so pitifully weak before this absolute power.
His fingers, hanging at his sides, quietly clenched, bunching the hem of his black robe.
His nails nearly dug into his palms.
The absurdity and shock he felt at Lin Chen's meteoric rise were being swallowed bit by bit by the cold reality—if they fought head-on, they had no chance of winning.
He had plotted for so long. He absolutely could not afford to fail here:
A calculating glint flashed through his eyes. As he lowered his gaze, he used his long lashes to conceal his unwillingness: all he had to do was lie low for the time being and wait for Tou She Ancient God's Cave Mansion to open.
Then he could strike like thunder. He might still turn the tables!
After a silence that seemed to last an entire