Cang Jingkong had vanished at some point. Only the seven of them remained in the Dome Hall.
The pressure descending from above continued to intensify, wave after wave like the sea.
Facing this terrifying pressure, Fors showed no reaction at all. But upon closer inspection, one could see a faint membrane of Spiritual Power covering her body, resisting the pressure.
In fact, if she had not wanted to avoid appearing too shocking, Fors could not even have been bothered to form this layer of Spiritual Power.
For the majesty of a mere Black Dragon to make her submit was truly wishful thinking. As Fors Wall possessed part of Nan Fusheng's Sequence Status, she could be considered half a Mythical Creature and carried a small amount of Divinity within her.
Never mind this mural—even if Di Tian himself came, at most he could suppress her with Soul Power pressure. Pure dragon might was useless against her, and Fors's Spiritual Power was not weak either.
However, the other six were nowhere near as calm as Fors. Of the six people taking the assessment alongside her, there were four boys and two girls.
One boy and one girl trembled, nearly collapsing, but they quickly steadied themselves and focused on resisting the dragon might. For a time, they remained locked in a stalemate.
The remaining three boys and one girl performed far worse.
Two of the boys swayed and fell straight to the ground. They struggled to stand, but beneath that terrifying dragon might, it was as though all the bones had been pulled from their bodies. They could only lie sprawled across the floor like puddles of mud.
The final boy and girl were pale-faced, with beads of sweat the size of beans streaming endlessly down their faces. They were half-kneeling on the