Lin Feng's heart felt as if it was about to stop beating.
Just because a light sentence from the opponent determined his life or death.
Moreover, he had no doubt that the opponent could accomplish it.
Those cultivators of the Nether Spirit Race, who had put them into a bitter struggle and almost cost them their lives, couldn't even withstand a casual strike from Huiyue Demon Venerable. Was Lin Feng stronger than those people?
Bai Zhirui, under the terrifying pressure of Huiyue Demon Venerable, barely lifted her head to look.
But in her divine sense, she was almost crying: "Master, what should we do now? Are you sure you can withstand Huiyue Demon Venerable's attack?"
Facing Huiyue Demon Venerable directly, Bai Zhirui truly felt the unfathomable terrifying power of the opponent.
Just standing there felt like a mountain crushing down, making even breathing difficult, much less confronting the opponent.
