In an instant, above Zhao Qian'en's head, an enormous Qi Ring appeared.
In that moment, sun and moon lost their light.
In that moment, heaven and earth dimmed.
Every Martial Artist on the battlefield focused their gaze on that terrifying Qi Ring.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Deafening booms rolled across the sky again and again. Whether Grandmaster or low-tier Martial Artist, everyone found it hard to breathe, as if their heads were being pressed underwater.
The massive Qi Ring was comparable to a mountain range.
Beneath the Qi Ring, human figures looked as small as ants.
From afar, it was clearly like a cyan moon crashing down on a lonely peak.
Crack, crack!
Yang Lezhi's bones creaked all over. He could barely withstand the pressure from the Qi Ring, dropping straight to one knee, his fist clenching a piece of gravel so hard his knuckles whitened.
