That suffocating pressure, as if it could crush his soul flat, came quickly and vanished just as fast.
It was like someone had given his neck a vicious squeeze, then suddenly let go just when he thought he was about to stop breathing.
Phew—
Dragon Soaring World's entire body suddenly sank. He dropped to one knee, and the imposing Undying Battle Soul had become a crutch, driven deep into the ground to keep him from collapsing completely.
"Cough, cough... cough, cough, cough!"
He gulped in ragged breaths, his chest heaving violently like a drowning man who had just run ten kilometers.
Cold sweat slid down his temples and dripped onto the blackened earth, evaporating instantly.
The priests around him, who had been preparing to rush over and heal him, were all scared stiff. They stood frozen in place with their staffs raised, unsure whether to advance or retreat.
"Guild Leader?!" Blood War Eight Wastelands roared. Ignoring all talk of orders, he rushed over and helped him up. "What happened? Did that damned BOSS use some kind of hidden poison? I knew it couldn't be that simple!"
"Get lost..." Dragon Soaring World snapped irritably. His voice was weak, but that familiar gruffness remained.
He shoved away Blood War Eight Wastelands' clumsy hand and, relying on the strength of the blade hilt, swayed as he slowly stood upright again.
"I'm fine. I overexerted myself just now and lost some strength."
Dragon Soaring World casually spun out a lie, but his gaze involuntarily drifted toward the sky.
Only he knew that in that instant, the durability of his newly upgraded Divine Artifact Set, Undefeated God of War, had dropped by a full 10%.
All because that man had glanced at him.
"Boss, that was a pretty vicious move." Dragon Soaring World gave a