That person emerged from the smoke and dust, with a peerless countenance like a heavenly god and an overwhelming, powerful aura. At that moment, everyone who saw him—whether it was the Red-haired Elder of the Tianyan Sect, Mo Zhechen, or the others—was completely awed by his presence and demeanor, frozen in place and utterly speechless.
As for that rabble from the Bloodbath Alliance, they had never before laid eyes on someone as astonishing as Wu Zhechen. His mere aura made them feel utterly inferior and struck them dumb with shock.
Yet that was not the most terrifying part. What truly terrified them was his attack just a moment earlier. It had been so blindingly fast that no one could even track it, yet Elder Si of the Bloodbath Alliance felt a searing agony in his lungs. To his horror, he found his limbs turning limp, completely drained of strength, while his spiritual energy felt as though it had been effortlessly locked away.
Chapter 1187