The heavy palm shadows cascaded down like mountains, layer upon layer.
Fierce waves of air surged tumultuously, forming torrents of overwhelming Qi Force that gushed towards Wang Yuyan with the intensity of thousands of troops thundering forward, threatening to crush her under countless iron hooves.
The sudden change occurred so swiftly that even Wang Yuyan had not reacted before she found herself enveloped in darkness, her spirit intimidated and her breathing stifled.
The terrifying Qi Force had shrouded all directions, like a prison from which there was no escape, even the "shush-shush" sound of the Qi Force cutting through the air could be heard beside her ears.
"You—seek—death!!"
Jiang Dali's roar seemed to come from a distant place.
Even his voice seemed elongated.
However, Wang Yuyan knew it was an illusion, not that Jiang Dali's voice had stretched, but rather that in the relative sensation of speed, her Spiritual Sense had become disoriented.
