A giant crane hovered in the sky, releasing gales with every flap of its enormous wings. However, it was not the white crane that pressured Zuoqiu Qingyu and Luluo but the white-haired man atop its head.

Even from such a distance, the Genesis Qi pressure from his body made them unable to breathe properly.

The two girls’ faces paled a little.

Tong He’s sharp gaze locked onto the two girls as his indifferent voice sounded, “Turn yourselves in. Neither of you can ...