The difference was that Rakshasa Soul could soul capture. Perhaps he could fight him, but he did not know if he could win. Other than Rakshasa Soul, no one in the world was his match.
Everyone was firmly suppressed by this pressure. Just as the hidden weapons were about to stab into their hearts, they suddenly stopped, stopping less than half an inch away from their hearts.
Everyone broke out in cold sweat as they looked at the hidden weapon outside their hearts, not understanding what had happened.
In the next second, the 108 hidden weapons shattered into powder.
The East Saint King frowned. What was going on?
A powerful Saint King's pressure crushed towards the East Saint King like an ocean. The two pressures collided, and the air seemed to crack inch by inch. The East Saint King's pressure disintegrated piece by piece. Shadow Thirteen felt his body lighten, and he suddenly could breathe. He fell from the air.
