The sound shook the heavens, causing the clouds to churn and surge. It seemed as though the entire space would be crushed under the pressure of the heavenly force.
Mo Wen's figure froze as he looked in shock towards the sky. He could not resist the imposing pressure that came from the void. It was like an order from Heaven.
In the cleft space, all the Huatian Palace's ancient martial art practitioners stopped what they were doing and frantically looked up at the sky in astonishment.
Under the imposing pressure, nobody dared to act recklessly.
"You pigs of the Huatian Palace, death is at your door! Did you think that you could ruin the sacrifice by sending a few Huatian Palace veterans? Did you truly believe that this sacrificial ritual would be so easy to stop? To carry out the sacred rite, the entire Ghost Lair will spare no cost, including the most powerful individual in the entire Ghost Lair, the Ghost King."