Ying Ya had never felt such pressure. It made his mind and body tremble. It was as if a great demon king was slowly approaching from the distance, sending forth a vast amount of pressure that weighed down on him.
'What a horrible pressure...' he thought, taking a deep breath.
Ying Ya was not the only one who felt that. Even Ye Yun, the Nether Chef genius, was trembling. Slowly, he glanced back over his shoulder. He wondered what existence could emanate such terrible pressure.
As he turned around, he saw the source of the pressure.
