The instant she entered the white mist.
The surrounding air seemed to congeal.
It was not the dampness of moisture, but a tangible heaviness.
Jiang Yuechu's brows drew together slightly.
She could feel that this weight did not act upon her flesh.
Instead, it pressed directly upon her soul.
An all-pervasive chill crept through the apertures of her body, trying to burrow into the sea of consciousness between her brows.
Disordered thoughts she could not quite control began to stir in her mind.
Scenes from her previous life, the slaughter of this one, even the venomous faces of the demons she had slain herself.
They flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern, seeking to unsettle her mind.
Jiang Yuechu's expression remained cool, her emotions scarcely disturbed.
She merely turned her eyes to Niu Ben beside her.
The black bull demon was in an utterly wretched state.
Niu Ben was deathly pale and trembling all over, his gaze piercing the overlapping layers of white mist.
Above the vast waters below, faint specks of spectral blue light could be seen.
Flying boats bearing the emblem of Formless Mountain rose in dense swarms, as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river.
The great formation had been triggered, and Formless Mountain's patrolling disciples had already noticed.
Niu Ben's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.
"Your Highness..."
"Maybe... we should retreat..."
Faced with a colossal power whose legacy stretched back untold ages.
The terrifying pressure emanating from the seat of a Dao Orthodoxy utterly shattered this Great Marsh demon's mental defenses.
Big Sister Nishang, the deep bond between siblings-none of it mattered anymore.
Before this suffocating pressure, he cast it all beyond the nine heavens.
Staying alive was all that mattered.
He could hardly be blamed.
A demon