The instant that blood-colored mark appeared on Yin Wushuang’s forehead, an ancient aura surged out from within her body. Every single person present felt their hearts pound.

This was not the same as ordinary pressure. This was a bloodline suppression. Those with weaker cultivation bases immediately felt as if their blood was about to burst out of their bodies, and they fled in panic.

Even those stronger Favored felt a change in their bodies, and they hastily retreated out of the range of that terrifying pressure.

“You are just a lowly ant. Today I’ll let you gain some experience in the power of an ancient bloodline, allowing you to die at ease!” After that blood-colored mark appeared on Yin Wushuang’s forehead, her aura became absolutely overbearing.

Blood-colored light began to shine from her body, looking as if the rising sun was lighting her up. She appeared extremely grand as if she were a goddess.

The most terrifying thing about her was the bloodline pressure she was releasing. It caused people to feel as if they might explode. Just how was someone supposed to fight against that?

In front of that bizarre...