The dazzling and enormous Glamorous Sun Cone descended from the sky, as if a scorching sun was falling. At the same moment it touched the white Platinum Sky Peng, which had been turned into black crystals by the Ghost Flame Ice, abruptly, all the air within a thousand square meters froze.
Even Ji Dong himself could have never imagined such a scene. At this moment, a terrifying pressure akin to the one that appeared when the Holy Evil Path was opened suddenly arose in this land of clouds and prairie.
Although they had already retreated far away, the third-order tungsten iron vultures slowly shattered in this frozen air. The tungsten-like tough feathers lost one by one, turned into flying ashes. It was as if the air in this world was compressed by a hundred times in an instant.
