Black Mountain Master sat enthroned atop Demon Mountain. His deathly gaze fell, and the pressure emanating from him—like billions of tons of leaden clouds mixed with the shattered essences of mountains—transformed into a tangible, viscous tide of darkness, crashing down with a ROAR!
All other color vanished from Heaven and Earth, leaving only endless gloom and crushing pressure.
Every grain of sand on the desolate plains instantly turned to dust. The Earth Veins deeper below cried out in agony, as if about to snap.
The ancient phantoms of Divine Demons, carrying Demon Mountain on their backs, stood silently. Their very existence formed the walls of ten thousand invisible prisons, completely sealing and solidifying this corner of Heaven and Earth.
This was not merely the suppression of Magical Power; it was a crushing force on the level of the Great Dao itself!
