Ye Futian was puzzled. Both the Glass Saint and the Sacred King did not move at all; they simply sat where they were sitting. The Glass Saint turned her eyes away and no longer looked at Ye Futian. She was working hard at maintaining her mind, as if she was being put under serious pressure.
The eerie scene made Ye Futian frown. He stepped forward slowly and Huang Jiuge followed suit. They were moving at a very slow speed with their auras engaged, being on guard against those two saints. At that time, pulsing pressure fell onto them, which grew increasingly heavy as they continued to move forward.
Ye Futian and Huang Jiuge looked up at that very tall and imposing Renhuang shadow faraway. In an instant, the figure became imprinted in their minds directly, making them struggle to breath. That Renhuang figure faraway seemed to be right before their eyes.
