The Fourth Realm fierce spirit shaped like a giant ape slowly turned his head, glanced at Fang Yun with scarlet eyes, then swept his gaze over everyone present before swiftly charging into the black mist beneath the sacred qi light pillar.
Embarrassment surfaced on Nie Shoude's face. He had never expected to make such a fool of himself.
Fang Yun soon reached the edge of the black mist.
The black mist rose nearly ten thousand zhang high and covered hundreds of li, crouching ahead like an enormous beast.
Powerful forces surged within it, grinding broken rocks to powder and turning mountains to dust, as though remaking heaven and earth into a world of its own, separate from Burial Saint Valley.
Pale golden radiance flashed around Fang Yun, and he charged into the black mist under the protection of sacred qi.
Outside, the two Great Demon Kings exchanged a glance and smiled smugly.
The force created by the Dragon Roll-Over was extraordinarily powerful. Even a Great Khan or Literary Ancestor entering it would face nine chances of death and one of survival. Aside from those in the Emperor Realm, only Burial Saint Valley's native inhabitants, such as fierce spirits and saint spirits, could barely survive.
For a Grand Academician entering it, even a sacred qi source would not be enough to cover the expenditure.
For sacred might surged within.
Nie Shoude frowned slightly, then sighed softly and continued watching the sky above the sacred qi light pillar, preparing to receive the next globes of light.
The instant Fang Yun entered the black mist, he felt terrifying power crushing down on him. Both his body and mind were squeezed by an irresistible force, like a blazing sun descending or mountains closing in, as though everything between heaven and earth were slamming into