The aura of the million-strong army surged like a rainbow, intertwining with a terrifying presence that changed the celestial phenomena.
As the army was about to head toward the Sacred Land of the Ancient Wilderness, the void shattered, and a towering figure clad in black-gold robes appeared abruptly. The terrifying might, akin to an abyss, crushed the Azure Sky, making the faces of the million cultivators from the Cyan Yang Divine Court change.
"Gu Tiangang!"
"The Saint has arrived!"
All cultivators' gazes focused on the figure in the void. The terrifying pressure from the Saint made them feel as if a mountain was pressing down on them, leaving them breathless.
Gu Changqing and Yang Yan, among others, also had their expressions change.
The pressure of the Saint!
Even facing it in reality, their hearts were filled with great terror.
"In the last battle, I spared you some breathing room, but I didn't expect you would dare to invade again, courting death.
