Zhao Sheng's brow raised, his hands pressed downward without hesitation...
The void of several hundred miles suddenly "collapsed," his Will Field transforming into a towering mountain, fiercely suppressing the thousand-foot divine banner.
In an instant, the Red God Banner trembled violently, as if bearing an immense pressure, the blood-colored humanoid within twisting and blurring, seemingly unable to maintain its form.
Roar!
With a piercing roar, the blood-colored True Spirit shattered into strands of Law Spiritual Light, instantly returning to its body.
The next moment, the Red God Banner burst forth with a towering blood light, an extremely cold Will Field surged forth like tidal waves, crashing directly into Zhao Sheng's Will Field.
This moment, Zhao Sheng's heart turned cold, his consciousness and thoughts uncontrollably birthed a sense of despair. This despair came inexplicably, as if confronting an unimaginable existence, a despair born from instinct!
