The Death Reaper, Silent Sickle in the Night Rain
"Leave a thread in all matters, so we may meet again in the future!"
"I care not from whence you hail, friend, but if you could do Divine Grace Sect a favor today and cease raising the bid!"
"Today's events can be treated as if they never occurred."
Yunlu was enveloped in crimson astral winds, releasing his formidable aura without hesitation.
At the pinnacle of the Saint Stage!
A terrifying pressure swept forth, like invisible waves spreading in all directions.
As the strongest Immortal King of the Divine Grace Sect, Yunlu's power was incomparable to ordinary Immortal Kings.
Various factions had Immortal Kings present, naturally unafraid of this pressure.
However, among the scattered cultivators, only a few possessed the cultivation of the Saint Stage.
Those of Imperial Stage strength among them could barely withstand it.
But many below the Imperial Stage were directly overwhelmed, gasping for breath and relying on protective techniques to resist.