"Who's there?!"
A thunderous roar exploded in the core of the frozen sand sea.
The sound wave, carrying the furious Demon Venerable's pressure, crashed violently in all directions like an invisible giant siege hammer.
The air was forcibly compressed and exploded, instantly shattering the drifting yellow sand into dust, which was immediately trapped in this terrifying sound wave within a confined space, forming a strange stagnant sand mist.
The White Tiger Demon Lord did not withdraw its tiger claws; instead, they expanded in the roar.
At the tips of the claws, five exceptionally dark, refined black fissures silently formed, like the fangs of an abyssal devil, exuding a terrifying sharpness capable of tearing apart a small world.
Its massive body slightly crouched, seemingly ready to pounce, yet its hidden intent scanned the surrounding thousand feet like the most precise radar.
Every vibration of the sand, every trace of primordial qi flow, even the subtlest ripples in space.
