Boundless pressure swept over him, wave after wave of invisible force bearing down, pinning Qi Yun firmly in place. He couldn't even move a single finger.
'So this... is the might of a Foundation Establishment Master...'
It felt as if every inch of his flesh and blood had slipped from his control. Qi Yun was shaken to his core, desperately guarding his Heart and Spirit to keep from succumbing to the boundless pressure.
A single, angry shout had sent Zhou Hao, a Qi Refining Sixth Layer, collapsing to the ground like a broken sack, his fate unknown.
Now, the pair of eyes in the Celestial Vault, filled with endless majesty and cold killing intent, slowly turned to fix upon Qi Yun.
BOOM—
In an instant, the pressure on Qi Yun doubled!
CRACK!
The ground beneath Qi Yun's feet shattered, spiderweb-like cracks spreading out madly. His face flushed crimson, he looked as if he was about to be crushed by the immense power.
"You are the little thief who killed my nephew?"
