A more intense pressure swept over them like a hurricane.
The ordinary members of the Demon Race on the front lines, as if injected with a berserker drug, instantly intensified their assault.
"Elite Level demons!" someone shrieked in terror.
The pressure came crashing down like an avalanche and a tsunami.
Li Wen snapped his head up, a silver glint faintly visible in the depths of his eyes.
The power of his second-layer Primordial Spirit, which had always remained dormant and restrained, was now fully triggered by the life-or-death struggle and the immense pressure from the powerful enemy chieftain.
BUZZ! A cold sensation originating from the depths of his soul swept through his entire body.
His brain's processing speed, his nerve reflexes, the acuity of his five senses... all of it instantly soared to an inconceivable level.
