The entire underground passage was instantly filled with a cold, deathly aura of mutation. Beneath that Wasteland Martial pressure, the countless mutated coral and petrified creatures clinging to the stone walls instantly stiffened, withered, and crumbled into black ash that drifted through the air.
It was the absolute crushing power of a superior rank.
Before true Wasteland Martial power, these low-level creatures born of mutation rules did not even have the right to struggle.
Lin Sheng sprinted wildly, unleashing the full brute strength of his body. Every footfall shook the underground passage with a thunderous rumble, sending fragments of rock tumbling from the walls.
He held Andy firmly against one side and tucked the trembling Little Black beneath his other arm, shielding them both as he fled at full speed.
Pinned against his side, Andy had already turned deathly pale. The blood in his body had nearly frozen, while endless storm-tossed waves surged through his heart.
Over his lifetime, he had explored countless secret realms and perilous lands, and had naturally encountered his share of Wasteland Martial Rank battle gods.
Yet he had never felt such pure, overbearing pressure of destruction.
That killing intent was almost tangible.
Countless transparent, cyan tendrils swept toward them, blotting out everything like a boundless tide sealing off the entire passage. Their speed defied imagination, and the distance between them was shrinking visibly.
Little Black was hardly in better shape. Those bright eyes were filled with terror and exhaustion. Clearly, escaping from that enormous hand earlier had drained every last ounce of strength.
Moreover, the natural suppression of the Wasteland Martial rank behind them weighed upon their bodies, leaving them barely able to muster even the thought of resistance.
Lin Sheng's expression was dark as still water. He ignored the terror on their faces throughout,