Four Divine Kings!
Four Divine Kingdoms!
The immense pressure makes it impossible for a million miles of void to withstand, turning into endless turbulence.
Below.
The disciples and Elders of the Purple Cloud Sect all looked at this scene with horrified expressions.
Even with the protection of the formation, they were still dazed by the awe-inspiring momentum.
If the formation were withdrawn, none of the cultivators would doubt if they would be crushed into dust by that momentum in an instant.
Divine King!
This is the true power possessed by a Divine King!
"Finally, they have come!"
Shen Changqing stood with his hands behind his back, watching the Four Divine Kingdoms, his eyes flickering slightly.
"Boom!"
Like a hellish prison, divine pressure rose from below the Purple Cloud Sect, and then a terrifying golden hand emerged, trying to suppress all four Divine Kings.
Dao Rhythms flowed.
Emitting an aura that frightened everyone.
"Not good!"
