The figure was extremely tall, at least eight feet.
Most striking of all were his eyes, which were entirely red.
There were no pupils, no whites, only thick, bloody crimson.
His aura was dense and heavy, bearing down on Chen Mo and the others from every direction at once.
A strong stench of blood filled the air, practically packing every inch of space.
That pressure, surpassing the Sha-Condensing stage, could not be offset by sheer numbers.
It was suppression on a fundamental level.
"Foundation Establishment!"
All three of their expressions changed drastically.
Yin Sutang's white bone shield cracked, and the film of light covering its surface shattered completely, scattering into specks of white light.
The round-faced junior sister's legs buckled, and she almost fell to her knees. Only Yin Sutang grabbing her kept her barely upright.
It was not just the two women. Even Chen Mo was suppressed by the aura emanating from their opponent.
The black mist that had enveloped him rapidly thinned under that pressure.
The two Giant Spirit Gods sank downward, their feet stamping two deep pits into the ground.
"No, this isn't Foundation Establishment!"
Sweat covered Chen Mo's forehead, and his voice carried a tremor even he did not notice.
The shadow beneath his feet churned more violently, quietly pushing his body several more yards toward the exit.
His spiritual sense remained locked on the blood-red figure, rapidly comparing it with the descriptions in the Taiyin Ghost Form Manual that he remembered.
A Foundation Establishment evil spirit should have yin energy as solid as iron and blood energy held deep within, like an abyss.
It would strike without a sound or trace, killing invisibly.
But although the thing before him exerted terrifying pressure, its aura had an indescribably hollow quality.
It seemed to possess brute strength