Buzz!
The oppressive force emanating from the Yangzhou Tripod felt tangible.
It was like a mountain crushing down, suppressing everyone in the cave.
The air was thick as if made of lead and mercury, each breath accompanied by the groaning of bones under unbearable weight.
Let alone casting spells, even standing was a struggle.
The disciples of the Lushan Magical Sect with less cultivation and the local Mystical Sect cultivators in Jinling were already bleeding from the nose and mouth, eyes rolled back, bodies collapsing like wet mud.
Even Li Yan's face looked ashen, sweating like rain, barely keeping himself from passing out completely.
He had of course faced the Nine Divine Tripods before, but at that time Lu Sheng bore the brunt, with Cheng Jianxian leading the way.
Now facing it personally, he realized the immense power of this treasure.
Meanwhile, outside, there was an equally great commotion.
