"Wh... what is this?!"
Zhang Yunqing's pupils abruptly contracted to pinpoints.
The Deputy Director of Juntong, who normally would not change expression even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, who dared draw his blade and charge a Million Ghost Army, now trembled violently beyond his control.
He jerked his head up toward the sky above the mass grave, swallowed by a sea of purple lightning.
In that instant, Zhang Yunqing felt as though his soul had been thrown into an ice cellar at absolute zero.
His proud Fourth Realm Military Cultivator astral energy, his supreme Military Might that had once condensed a Military Soul and dared strike down a Grandmaster, could not muster even the slightest resistance beneath that purple gaze.
It was like a drop of water trying to resist an entire parched desert.
"It isn't suppression through power... it's annihilation from a higher dimension!"
Zhang Yunqing clenched his teeth and drove his officer's saber deep into the earth beneath his feet, using it to keep himself from falling to his knees like the soldiers.
Veins bulged across his forehead, and cold sweat cascaded down like a waterfall.
"Heaven intends to exterminate every living creature in that area... even the aftershocks make me feel as though I could be completely 'erased' from this world at any moment!"
Zhang Yunqing was not the only one.
Ye Qingyao, standing a short distance beside him, was in equally dire straits.
"Clang... clang, clang..."
The Eight-Cutting Knives at Ye Qingyao's waist keened in shrill, hopeless anguish inside their sheaths.
That was not the excited trembling of weapons meeting a powerful foe, but the instinctive fear and submission of sentient blades facing heaven's might.
Her exquisite face, usually cold as snow, had lost every trace of color, pale as translucent rice paper.
She tried