The Primordial coercion radiating from Bai Feng's entire body spread like a tidal wave, blanketing every inch of the Star River Sect's front hall plaza.
Ling Chen knelt on the ground, his forehead slamming heavily against the bluestone pavement. Blood seeped from his brow, but he lacked even the strength to raise his head.
The disciples behind him were as pale as paper; more than half of them had collapsed directly to the ground. Only a few Elders at the Crossing Tribulation late stage managed to maintain their footing, though their breathing was chaotic and their eyes were filled with shock and terror.
Chapter 898