"Dealing with a mere Nirvana realm, this Emperor has never been this serious before, Long Yan, you have surpassed many people."
The voice of Emperor Ye resounded in the Sea of Consciousness of Long Yan, bringing a chilling sense to the listeners.
Forced to this point by Long Yan, Emperor Ye was truly furious. What waves could a mere ant make?
At this moment, an astonishing force oppressed him from all directions. This force seemed to sink Long Yan entirely, pulling him into the endless darkness and consigning him to hell forever. All his senses disappeared and he only felt the terrifying force weighing down on his body, tearing his flesh and attempting to drag his soul into the dark abyss.
"Such a method is indeed terrifying, Five Word Mantra!"
Long Yan didn't dare to be sloppy. Here in the eternal night, he felt like a small boat in a vast ocean, weathering a violent storm; he was walking on thin ice.
