"No... this is bad! The enemy really does have an ultimate powerhouse stationed here!"
The vanguard general calling himself Zhu Ren spoke in such a shrill voice that it cracked, with none of his earlier arrogance remaining.
"This aura... it's impossible to measure! Brothers, stop holding back! Join forces—we must join forces to resist it! Otherwise, we'll all be reduced to dust today!"
"After hiding your head and showing your tail, you've finally bared your fangs! Good—let us brothers weigh just how capable you are!"
Another Pig Race Saint Venerable forcibly suppressed the terror in his heart and let out a hoarse roar, trying to bolster morale. The light of his Saint Domain surged wildly around him, transforming into a heavy earthen-yellow barrier that sought to shield his nearby companions.
The ignorant knew no fear!
They had no idea whose wrath they were facing!
They spoke boldly, but when that colossal palm of laws truly descended at a seemingly slow yet utterly unavoidable speed, every Pig Race powerhouse despairingly discovered just how frail and ridiculous their prized Saint Domains, surging Demonic Power, and sturdy bodies were before the pressure brought by that palm!
Like fireflies before the radiant moon, like a stream before the vast sea!
It was suppression across an entire dimension, a condescending gaze from the level of rules themselves.
They no longer felt like Saint Venerables capable of riding clouds, summoning mist, moving mountains, and overturning seas. Instead, they had become ordinary piglets struggling in mud during their childhood, looking up at thunder raging across the heavens.
Invisible pressure crushed them from every direction. The air became thick as iron, breathing became incomparably difficult, and their bones groaned beneath the unbearable strain.
Merely facing it from afar—merely the aura leaking from that sky-covering giant palm—was enough to