The golden-yellow dragon energy streams, full of intimidation, emerged, and Jiang Dali's expression quickly grew solemn and serious. He felt the environment in front of Cihang Hall's plaza grow increasingly chilly, without a single breeze.
Though the sun was shining brightly, it gave an external to internal chilling sensation.
An immense invisible pressure made breathing difficult, and every hair on one's body stood upright.
In a daze, a faint shadow floated out from the golden statue of Di Ni in the front, appearing on its face, filled with intense Dragon Power and another ethereal and lofty aura.
Jiang Dali and Wan Wan felt their hearts sink simultaneously as they sensed the statue's eyes come alive, staring directly at them, cold and merciless, showing no hostility, yet the bone-chilling coldness was more terrifying than any enmity.
"Di Ni!"
