Silence.
A deathly quiet.
Two existences with a disparity in cultivation as vast as the distance between mountain and sea, facing off against each other.
Neither of them felt anything significant.
But Tantai Ye, who had just taken a few steps, felt his blood and bones chill all over.
Enveloped within the domain of a Third-Step Great Demon Fiend.
The cultivation of Circulation Qi Collection was as insignificant as a frog peering at the moon from the bottom of a well.
Even if the Zither Sword Pavilion was broken through by this demon and they seemingly had an irreconcilable blood feud, Tantai Ye, full of fury, couldn't even take a step forward.
This has nothing to do with the firmness of your Dao Heart,
Nor does it matter whether you harbor an unyielding determination at the brink of life and death.
It's merely the simplest disparity in power, causing despair!
"You're mad."
After the rage burned through, Gua Hua stopped, his brow calming down instead.
