The wind howled along the way, and the surrounding air was thrown into disarray, clearly showing his urgent desire to escape.
Seeing Wo Jiu ready to flee, Lu Xuan's eyes narrowed instantly, revealing a flash of purple light.
In a split second, the void above Wo Jiu's head suddenly distorted and collapsed mysteriously.
Immediately, a giant hand, enveloped in raging purple flames, descended upon Wo Jiu with the overwhelming force of a landslide.
"Trying to run?"
Lu Xuan snorted coldly; those few words, though brief, carried an infinite deterrent force, echoing around Wo Jiu like thunder exploding on flat ground.
In an instant, Wo Jiu was completely suppressed by an irresistible power of heaven and earth.
The force was so heavy that it felt as if the entire firmament was pressing down, seemingly intent on crushing Wo Jiu inch by inch, grinding him into dust.
