The oppressive, overwhelming pressure filled with primordial Evil Qi, crashed like a tangible tide, relentlessly assaulting Lu Chong and Liu Qingyan's minds and bodies.
This is the insurmountable chasm between the Daoist Monarch Realm and the Demon Venerable Realm!
And yet, it is merely a Half-step Demon Venerable.
It could effortlessly slaughter these Daoist Monarchs, toy with them like ants!
"Roar..."
A deep, thunderous tiger's roar rolled out from its throat, not loud, but it caused Lu Chong and Liu Qingyan's divine souls to quake, their blood to surge, as if struck by an invisible heavy hammer.
Liu Qingyan gasped, as the light curtain of her amulet flickered violently and darkened slightly.
In Lu Chong's eyes, there was a searing hatred and madness.
