"Zhongyuan Sword, opening eighty orifices, exerts pressure through power, sealing and suppressing all directions!"
Led by Zhou Cunshan, Chen Fei arrived at the final stone tablet. As Zhou Cunshan finished speaking, Chen Fei placed his hand on the stone tablet.
"Hum!"
As the scene within the stone tablet entered Chen Fei's mind, the heavy pressure he had felt earlier rushed over him.
A figure stood on the plain, surrounded by demonic beasts. Roaring filled the air, yet not a single demonic beast dared to step forward. However, the patience of these beasts was limited, and at some unknown moment, with the attack of one demonic beast, all the surrounding beasts swarmed in an instant.
"Suppress!"
A calm voice emerged from the figure's mouth. Ripples centered around the figure spread out in all directions, encompassing a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.
