The cultivator of the Tenth Realm who was good at formations showed a bitter smile. Under the terrifying pressure of the huge shadow, he, a cultivator of the Tenth Realm, actually felt a slight tremor.

Master Fenglan stared at the huge figure in the sky, his body filled with azure spiritual energy, and used his divine thoughts to transmit a message to his fellow Taoists around him:

“The domain’s magical power can’t hold up any longer.”

Ever since the demon god appeared in the world, Master Feng Lan, as a caster of domain-level magical powers, immediately felt a tremendous pressure.

He could clearly sense that as soon as the demon god showed up, his domain magical power was already on the verge of its limit. Once the opponent made a slight move, the already fragile domain magical power would definitely shatter in just a few moments.

Master Fenglan’s expression was extremely solemn.

He is trying his best to maintain the existence of his domain supernatural power with all his heart and soul.

Otherwise, once the domain magical power disappears, the devil will appear in the Chilian City, and by then, it is unknown how many mortal cultivators will lose their lives.