The first thing that made the Pig Race Eight Saints' hearts pound in terror happened amid Xu Caiyi's dazzling "fireworks display" of skills.
At first, once the Eight Saints gradually became familiar with and suppressed the nimble transformations of her Flowing Cherry Power, she seemed to open some invisible treasure vault, taking turns unleashing signature secret arts and divine abilities from all the major races.
Dragon roars shook the heavens, phoenix shadows set the plains ablaze, thunderstorms raged, vines formed prisons... Every one of them was immensely powerful, leaving the Eight Saints scrambling and groaning in misery.
However, what truly struck them like lightning and nearly made them doubt their very existence came when Xu Caiyi overlapped her palms and suddenly thrust them forward—at that instant, a pair of enormous tusk phantoms, incomparably solid, wickedly curved, and gleaming with an earthy-yellow metallic luster, crashed fiercely into their defensive line, carrying a Tyrannical Path aura that was savage, heavy, and capable of shattering every obstacle!
And that was not all!
As the tusk phantoms burst forth, a deep, resounding roar seemed to travel from ancient times. Behind Xu Caiyi, the shadow of an ancient divine boar appeared faintly, towering like a mountain, its bristles like steel needles and its eyes blood-red!
The phantom merely raised its head and charged, yet the pure fluctuations of power it emitted stirred an uncontrollable tremor and... a sense of familiarity deep within their bloodlines!
"This... this is?!"
"Divine Boar Charge?! Impossible!!"
"There's no mistake! It's... it's the embryonic intent of Earth-Splitting Divine Boar Charge, an ancient divine ability of our race that has long been mostly lost! How could she know it?!"
The Pig Race Eight Saints were instantly dumbfounded, their attacks stalling. They could never mistake that unique rhythm belonging to the highest bloodline