Countless crimson eyes, carrying unprecedented hatred, stared at Leo's pale physique... Unfolding a bloodthirsty aura as if they couldn't wait to tear the humanoid being that intruded on their place into pieces.
Their aura, capable of twisting the void, began to surge upward, fusing into one horrifying pressure that wasn't far off from the normal pressure that a Nascent Soul cultivator could release.
Ohmmm!
In an instant, the pressure intensely pressed toward the creaking figure of Leo, causing the pressure Leo was experiencing to increase by twice!
Already comparable to the pressure that he experienced on the Bone Mountain after he reached its halfway point.
Caught off guard by the pressure that the rotting pavilion released and the combined effort of the rushing enraged beasts behind him, Leo couldn't help but stagger in his location.