C833 The Humiliation from the Pulse Condensation Stage!

The void above Chu Yan seemed to congeal at that moment, as if a massive sponge hung in midair, greedily soaking up water. It grew heavier with each draw, a weight suspended overhead, signaling impending doom.

"Die."

The word, uttered by someone at the celestial mood stage, hung in the air with a weight of its own. While the leading cultivator had previously spoken the same