Chapter 372: Bow Your Head? Too Late!

Everyone was horrified. "Th-this…" As they stared at the enormous Coiling Mountain Mystic Seal hanging above the sky, many Mystic Sect disciples began to tremble. Some disciples with weaker cultivation bases were knocked to the ground by the seal's overwhelming might. Their bodies went limp beneath its terrifying pressure, and they could barely withstand its power. Daxton Mabbett's expression remained unchanged. Ewan Phelpin's eyes sharpened. He held his right palm level toward the sky before...