The scorching air currents were instantly vaporized, and within half a second, the atmosphere shifted to a bone-chilling, soul-piercing cold. Accompanied by the malevolent aura exuded by the several great demon lords, the area was instantly transformed into a frozen wasteland.
As soon as Hu Yihui came into contact with the red sand of Yusetian, he felt his Primordial Spirit reel. His true essence seemed about to dissipate into the wind, and a pressure like a mountain weighed down upon him, leaving him unable to move.
Startled, he mustered all his strength to circulate his true essence. A vaporous mist, like warm jade, slowly emerged from his body, struggling to gather his essence into an intangible wall of law that emitted a faint, emerald glow.
Chapter 192