Tu Ge did not slow down, and Zhao Xi made no further move.
Judging purely by appearance, Zhao Xi, clad head to toe in armor, stood around three meters tall—half a head taller than Tu Ge.
The problem was that the moment Tu Ge moved, wind and clouds stirred across Sky Ridge. The air throughout the entire area seemed to turn into some kind of solid ice, then crack apart with a series of "crack-crack-crack" sounds under immense thrust.
Long Qi, who had been rolling on the ground, was instantly pressed into the vegetation-covered earth like a dead dog. Dirt, blades of grass, and insects filled his mouth, yet he could not spit them out at all.
The reason was simple: the atmospheric pressure outside had increased by at least three orders of magnitude in an instant. At that moment, Long Qi felt as if someone had hurled him into deep water. He could barely hold his breath and maintain the balance between internal and external pressure, much less do anything else.
What the hell is this!
Is this the power of an Extraordinary Species?
The day before yesterday, they had watched Tian Bang fight Madam Harold... well, that battle had been spectacular too. They must simply have been too far away.
Long Qi lost focus at the worst possible moment.
Facing such an impact head-on, even though Zhao Xi triggered Format Fire in an emergency burst, he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The huge steel figure was blasted away with a resounding clang.
Only, the sound after that collision seemed slightly off...
Long Qi twisted his neck and barely glanced over from the corner of his eye. Zhao Xi, whose feet had left the ground, had already flown over his back and nearly knocked over