Behind the grand Immortal Gates, a figure in a black robe, the Outer Domain Demon Lord, wrapped in a surging, dense cloud of Demonic Qi, descended, his thunderous roar echoing through the cosmos.
This sound, when it reached the ears of cultivators like Chen Dengming on the ground, resembled rolling thunder, forming an oppressive spiritual might that burdened their minds.
Chen Dengming and all the cultivators stationed in the Southern Battle Zone had just gathered together when they felt an immense terror pressing down from the high skies. Everyone's heart sank, feeling as though bearing the weight of a thousand jun, with a strong sense of suppression as if they were in a foreign territory that did not belong to their own Dao.
"How strong! Is the Demon Lord's prowess even greater than before?"
