The crushing pressure formed by this Black-Yellow Qi was immensely heavy, as though countless mountains were bearing down on them. The pressure on Zhang Yuan, Xie Jingxin, Shu Mian, and the balding old man multiplied, leaving them struggling just to keep from being flattened against the ground.
"Is this the power of a Supreme Treasure? Just a casual act of Enlightenment can give a piece of trash this kind of power."
Bracing himself against the pressure, the balding old man looked toward the Xuanhuang Long Sword above Ao Zhi's head, his eyes burning.
He had exhausted every scheme, even sacrificing his physical body to come to this Boiling Sand Hell and undergo hundreds of millions of reincarnations, all to get his hands on this rumored Supreme Treasure of the Dragon Clan from the Primordial Era.
Only...
Things were not looking good now.
He could barely hold on.
Although he had imagined the power of the Dragon Clan Supreme Treasure as generously as possible, faced with the reality, he had still vastly underestimated it. At this rate, never mind getting his hands on the Dragon Clan Supreme Treasure—even surviving that piece of trash Xie Guan was a huge question.
He had to find a way out.
"Old man, old man."
While the balding old man was thinking, a voice transmission reached his ears. He looked back and saw that the speaker was none other than the Daoist of unknown origins, Zhang Yuan.
"This Xie Guan really is difficult to deal with. How about this? I'll cast a spell to reduce the pressure and help you break free. Then we can work together to slaughter both the man and the dragon. What do you say?" Zhang Yuan proposed.
The balding old man fell silent for a moment.
He really could not trust