A declaration shatters the hierarchy, immediately sentencing to death.
The piercing, shrill sound penetrates through the fleshy barriers, its indisputable echo booming across the ten cities of the Yin Cao.
Those trapped within the city borders feel a thousand jins bearing down upon them, shivering uncontrollably from the depths of their soul.
One by one, they look around in panic, eyes full of confusion.
Force!
The divine palace's force in the Yin Cao is too strong!
Compared to the pressure felt during the Sword Ancestor's previous chanting, the pressure here is dozens of times stronger.
Everyone is searching for that person, but no one sees him.
It's as if even the potent Eighth Sword Deity, trapped in this place, can only blend in with the ordinary among the assemblages of Lingyu and the trial-takers of the Ghost Buddha Realm.
"Can't even get through the door..."
"But he's Bazhun'an!"
An ancient swordsman said bitterly.
