Yu Hong dashed wildly across the land to escape.
A ton of pressure might be formidable for others, but to him it felt like a drizzle.
However, the key point was that he and his opponent were separated by at least a few thousand meters, yet he could already feel such intense pressure, if he got any closer...
Perhaps just constantly feeling the pressure would equal tens or hundreds of tons.
Then there was no point in fighting!
"Monarch Quan He..." his mind still couldn't believe it, that such a formidable Quan He Monarch would be captured and disappear without any resistance.
"Maybe... she's just temporarily trapped and can escape," Yu Hong comforted himself internally.
But the spiritual premonition of acute unease made him realize, the likelihood of that result... was too low.
He turned his head and saw some slower magicians already engulfed and devoured by the golden army of Three-eyed Dragon Men.
