"Hehe, Fairy Ji Yao, that accusation is rather unfair. I never bewitched their minds. They simply lacked resolve, fell for me at first sight, and became utterly devoted to following me. There was nothing I could do about it." Li Zhu covered her mouth and chuckled.
Toward Seven Kills and Hua Li, who came from the Demon Race, she felt at most wariness and resentment. Toward Ji Yao of the Immortal Race, however, she felt nothing but utter disgust and hostility.
In Li Zhu's eyes, the Immortal Race was full of hypocritical, selfish people.
"Roar..." A heaven-shaking roar came from the valley.
The Nethervoid Earth Dragon, which had previously only exposed half its body, had its ferocity greatly aroused under the assault of many people. Its enormous body soared into the sky, its pitch-black form shooting past the peaks on both sides of the valley and reaching hundreds of zhang into the air.
Waves of incomparably powerful invisible pressure radiated from its body, forming rings of visible black ripples that swept in all directions.
The instant the black ripples swept over them, Shen Luo and the others, who had been suspended in midair, immediately felt an incomparably powerful force of pressure descend from above. They were crushed to the ground, their feet stamping two pits half a chi deep.
The seven who had just battled the Nethervoid Earth Dragon had only just taken flight when they too were forced down by the crushing pressure. One after another, they fell miserably to the ground, dazed and battered.
The people standing atop the peaks on either side of the valley fared no better. Some unleashed protective spiritual radiance, while others directly used Magic Treasures. Only then did they barely hold on without being forced down.
Li Zhu's expression immediately turned somewhat ugly