If Xia Feng were an ordinary Venerable One, just a single gaze would be enough to shatter his spiritual pressure, unable to withstand the Dao Thought pressure.
"Buzz—buzz—!" After finding the target, the man in the Divine Robe lightly pushed his monocle with his middle finger, looking down indifferently without moving an inch.
Yet, on the surface of his Divine Robe, a phantom Spiritual Body condensed, its shadow stepping on mysterious Step Gang, each step causing spatial tremors, slowly proceeding towards Xia Feng.
The pace was slow, yet seemed to carry the weight of the heavens and earth, a step spanning a thousand miles.
Xia Feng attempted to use spiritual power to shatter the Dao Thought domain pressing upon him, but unfortunately, as soon as he tried, he felt as though plunged into an Ice Prison; his vision turned dark instantly, and he sensed his soul and body pierced by countless chains, dragging him into an endless Netherworld, bitterly cold.
