"What is this?" Xue Ying felt the pressure coming from above.
Within the light halo, with the dark Chaotic Origin Energy wrapping it, a droplet of dull green liquid appeared that emitted vibrant life force. At the same time, it also gave out frightening pressure.
"Hong–"
This droplet of dull green liquid gave out a pressure that blasted on Xue Ying, causing his soul to tremble: "Some of the weaker Cosmos Gods might be forced down onto the floor from this."
This degree of suppression had far surpassed that of what Emperor Summer could produce.
"Weng."
