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The divine might is like a prison.
When Luohu accomplished becoming a Demon Holy, those in the Human Realm with exceptional spiritual sense naturally also perceived it.
"Luohu...he has succeeded..."
In Heavenly River City, Qi Butian raised his head with a horrified expression.
Just moments ago, he sensed an aura that made his very soul tremble involuntarily.
That aura belongs exclusively to a Demon Holy.
Martial Emperor Juque and other cultivators of the Honorable Realm exchanged glances, and all saw the bitterness in each other's eyes.
The existence of a Demon Holy is enough to plunge one into utter despair.
Even if their cultivation ranking is already at the pinnacle of the Human Race, what difference is there between them and those of lower grade when facing a Demon Holy?
"The Demon Holy is about to descend." Qi Butian sighed.
