Lin Hao was merely at the Seventh Layer of Soul Gathering Realm, yet the dragon he manifested now possessed a draconic might that shocked everyone.
Tuoba Yangyu, who was dueling Lin Hao, was even more shaken.
An oppressive pressure!
He felt a terrifying and unparalleled pressure.
It was only mist and vapor, not True Essence, yet Lin Hao had managed to imbue the condensed, dragon-shaped creature with a terrifying pressure. Even though Tuoba Yangyu hailed from a secret sect and trained in the upper court of the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion, he had never witnessed such a method.
The immense pressure was like a colossal boulder weighing down on him. Tuoba Yangyu felt his body being compressed; he found it hard to breathe, and a tearing pain coursed through him.
However, Tuoba Yangyu was a cultivator at the Ninth Layer of Soul Gathering Realm, after all. He would not resign himself to this fate.
He clenched his fists, his body abruptly ramrod straight.
