As time passed.
The blood-red mist and light.
Enveloped the entire area.
A bizarre and inexplicable aura swept over everyone present.
No matter who it was, including Lu Yuan, everyone felt an immense sense of crisis.
It was as if some terrifying presence was constantly threatening their lives, making them uneasy.
"What's going on? Isn't there supposed to be creation in that coffin?" someone spoke, their face turning somewhat pale.
Some tried to probe the surroundings with their Divine Thought, only to find that it couldn't leave their body. If not for still being able to sense the power within, they would have thought their Realm had been suppressed.
More importantly, they even felt a tremor in their souls.
This was a suppression from the soul, unavoidable.
"No, we need to leave."
Yu Heng of the Eternal Race felt a strong sense of crisis.
He appeared somewhat flustered, having already been injured in the recent battle and not at his peak strength.
