As soon as that voice resounded, a wave of invisible pressure smashed down from the sky above Doomsday City, and then many comparatively weaker cultivators throughout the city were pressed flat on the ground!

Pressure!

The voice carried a strand of terrifying pressure, and it struck straight at the soul, causing others to have the impulse to kneel down and prostrate themselves before its owner. The most terrifying part was that the voice wasn’t even targeted at Doomsday City, ...