This was a sense of dread emanating from the depths of the divine soul, a moment that felt as long as ten thousand years.
Because it was a shadow of death looming overhead, under such a shadow, any cultivator would instantly feel an emptiness in their heart, sensing only the approach of death and a trembling of their spirit.
Zhou Yan's pupils slightly contracted, everything under that strike seemed frozen in his eyes, with only one thought in his mind — it's over.
In the face of an unparalleled lethal move, all defense and resistance seemed as fragile as a paper lantern, so weak, so easily broken.
When this feeling arose, Zhou Yan had already sensed that terrifying force attacking him.
"Pff—"
Zhou Yan only felt his consciousness shake, a genuine sense of being slain and torn apart arose spontaneously.
However, the turtle shell in Zhou Yan's hand suddenly manifested a powerful Heavenly Pivot Ancient Town, at that moment, sealing Zhou Yan.
Self-sealing.
