In the arena, Ghost Head still had no idea what was happening. He just felt a sudden chill crawl up his spine as an inexplicable fear rose from the depths of his soul.
'What's going on?'
'What just happened?!'
He swallowed hard. The Nether Dark Spirit Charm he had been building up suddenly dissipated, and he didn't dare to release it. Across from him, Snow's cold eyes fixed on him, making her seem like a lofty god.
The moment their eyes met, it was as if thunder boomed in his heart. His pupils contracted, and his very soul trembled!
'She obviously hasn't even begun to cultivate and can't possibly wield the Nether Dark Spirit Charm. How can she suddenly unleash such terrifying pressure?'
This pressure needed no reason. It was an oppressive force that could be felt in the unseen, the kind of panic an ant feels when it gazes up at the moon.
But in truth, he still couldn't sense any cultivation from Snow. He perceived nothing, no matter how hard he tried to probe!
