Master Jiekong and the other three, who had hoped to seize the chance to leave, felt boundless pressure surge in from every direction and engulf them.
The four pushed their powers to the limit, trying to break free of that terrifying pressure and escape with their lives.
But the Divine Power was unbreakable. They could only watch as the thousand-zhang Giant Hand bore down on them.
"We're finished! We're dead! Are you satisfied now?"
Fairy Yun Hua's face went deathly pale as she turned to the Mystic Woman Avatar beside her.
Her expression was grim, filled with resentment as well as unwillingness to accept their fate.
If they had fled the moment Demon God Xuantianjun was trapped by the Sword Formation, they would never have faced this peril.
The other three said nothing.
Facing death, they, too, slowly closed their eyes without meaning to.
Under these circumstances, none of them believed they had any chance of escaping alive.
At that moment...
There was clearly nothing left to do but wait for death.
And yet...
After they closed their eyes and resigned themselves to dying, the death they imagined did not come.
Instead, an instant later, a strange power spread outward.
Its force brushed over them like a gentle breeze. Wherever it passed, the terrifying pressure brought by Demon God Xuantianjun melted away like a glacier, vanishing without a trace.
"Hm?"
Puzzled...
The four opened their eyes again. Before their gaze, the thousand-zhang Giant Hand that had been about to descend rapidly dissipated.
"What happened? Did he... just let us go?"
Fairy Yun Hua's voice was uneasy, but even more than that, bewildered.
"Impossible! We've seen what Lord Xuantian is capable of. Why would he let us go so easily for no reason?"
The Mystic Woman Avatar shook her head without