Yao Wan's expression suddenly turned icy, immediately putting Xiao Yan on guard.
The others had yet to fully recover from their abrupt departure from the Eight Emperors' Tomb. Hearing Yao Wan's cold voice spread swiftly through the air like rippling water only left them thoroughly confused.
Dan Qing, however, unconsciously furrowed her brows.
Had she sensed something?
With that thought in mind, Dan Qing instinctively turned her head and looked around. At a thought, her powerful Divine Soul, unique to an alchemist, swiftly spread out its spiritual perception and swept across the area.
Sure enough, now that her strength had greatly increased, she detected someone among the crowd.
Yet before she could make a move, that person acted first.
"Hehehe... Since the beauty discovered this humble monk first, I naturally have no choice but to show myself!"
The figure concealed within the crowd took a step forward. Beneath his hood, a sinister smile appeared on his face.
As his words fell, an enormous crimson-gold phantom abruptly appeared in the sky. It transformed into a gigantic alms bowl, sealing off the entire Lesser Spirit Mountain region.
At the same time, an immense pressure descended upon everyone. For a moment, it was no weaker than the terrifying might revealed when the Eight Emperors' Tomb had first opened.
Under the pressure of the golden light, anyone who looked up could see it spreading across the heavens like rainbow clouds. Fierce winds howled beside their ears, accompanied by the faint echoes of low chants.
In an instant, anyone below the Supreme realm could not even stand upright beneath that terrifying pressure.
"Urgh...!"
Some could not even endure the pressure physically. Blood slowly seeped from their seven orifices.
Even the Supremes were not having an easy time. The crushing weight bore down upon them, making