This oppressive force, however, shows no sign of retreat, resembling a supreme powerhouse, inviolable.
"Ridiculous, for a mere dead thing to dare act so recklessly!"
Ye Qingfeng's gaze was icy cold as he spoke mockingly.
Although he didn't know where this oppressive force came from, he could almost be certain it was the overwhelming, powerful pressure of those ancient remains.
Yet no matter how powerful these beings were in life, they were now ultimately dead.
Moreover, the Ye Qingfeng of yore was even more powerful than these figures!
"Perhaps this isn't the pressure of a single person, but a gathering of peerless powerhouses, challenging me!"
Ye Qingfeng sighed, speculating about the origin of this pressure.
Indeed, this place was strange and wondrous, filled with the remains of peerless powerhouses—characters of such might that Earth could never produce.
