"How many tens of thousands of years has it been, and someone still dares to step into the Lake of Death!" A voice echoed, as if a myriad of thunderstorms were sounding simultaneously, roaring through the space surrounding countless miles, causing it to tremble violently.
This voice seemed to resonate from within the minds of Yang Xiaotian and the others.
Their minds were bombarded with an intense roaring.
If it were ordinary Supreme Realm or even Domination Realm practitioners, just that one wave of sound would be enough to scatter their Divine Souls.
The mere aura was enough to pressure Yang Xiaotian and the others into immobility.
In an instant, Ziyi Teng Wang transformed into his Sky-Supporting True Form, his entire body enveloped in purple flames, his fourteen wings fully unfolded, releasing an equally immense aura sweeping across.
Meanwhile, Meng Bingxue's entire body exuded icy cold, howling like an apocalypse, causing the endless space to turn into a frosty blue color.
