Yan Ruyu stood atop the mountain, dressed in white, as graceful as the cold fairy, seemingly ready to fly to the moon at any moment.
At this moment, her right palm glimmered with brilliance, and the Extreme Dao Power spread out, instilling fear in the hearts of those present.
This was a supreme pressure, like the fall of the Ancient Heavenly Court, utterly irresistible, causing despair in everyone.
It was as though tiny ants tried to shake a Great Mountain, an impossible feat. Everyone present trembled, unable to resist kneeling.
CRACK!
A few Demon Cultivators could not withstand it, cracking the ground beneath them and falling to their knees, their bodies trembling—this was a fear stemming from the soul.
At the same time, Qing Yi, Tu Fei, and Golden-winged Little Peng King were clenching their teeth, resisting the urge to bow and worship.
