At the instant the Black Flame Lord broke through, a terrifying pressure swept across the entire Flame Mountain like a tsunami, spreading in all directions.
The demons, who were just fighting and struggling moments ago, instantly fell silent. Tier Three and Tier Four demons collapsed onto the scorching rocky ground as if their spines had been extracted, bodies uncontrollably trembling, lacking even the courage to lift their heads and gaze upward.
Even those usually arrogant Tier Six demons now prostrated themselves, their heads tightly pressed against the ground, scales opening and closing violently from fear, emitting subtle collision sounds—in the face of the pressure from a Tier Seven lord, their once proud strength was like a joke, not daring to entertain even a sliver of resistance.
Qin Tian stood inside the cave, feeling the overwhelming momentum, his heart squeezed as if by an invisible giant hand, even breathing became labored.
