Chapter 1680

The sky seemed to collapse as a corner shattered, and a small mountain below crumbled to dust under an invisible, crushing pressure. Azar stood at the center of a storm of surging demonic energy, which spread like an endless sea of thick, inky blackness, blotting out the light of day and plunging the world into pitch darkness. The oppressive aura emanating from him felt like the roar of a demon from the deepest abyss, carrying an overwhelming force bent on destruction. Wherever this suffocating presence spread, the air itself seemed to tremble, and all creation seemed to wail in despair. Inside Welham Palace, even with the protection of the protective mountain formation, those present were thrown off balance by the terrifying pressure. Those with weaker cultivation collapsed to the ground, their eyes filled with terror as though their very souls had been frozen by the overwhelming force. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, each one a desperate struggle against death itself. For a