Emperor Qi's residual Divine Thought floated up, and his will enveloped the entire grand hall, with four huge silver statues standing tall, each guarding one direction.
The Corpse Mountain in the distance collapsed, and the sea of blood churned.
The overwhelming Soul Pressure approached the realm of the Divine Soul… Ao Ying's complexion turned pale as she looked towards the distant peak above the thousand steps, feeling that reaching the top of this hall was an utterly hopeless endeavor.
Cultivators do not only cultivate their physical bodies but also their Divine Souls.
Her Divine Soul Realm was insufficient.
Once the Heart Lake was attacked, it would be easy to be "extinguished".
"There is still a chance."
A gentle and calming voice descended upon the Heart Lake.
This voice, like a sharp sword!
The Soul Pressure of Emperor Qi's residual Divine Thought had already eroded much of Ao Ying's Heart Lake... but now this sword had sliced all of it away!
