Deep within the forest, that aura erupted.
It was not the pressure of Soul Power—everyone had seen plenty of that. This felt more like someone had stuffed a block of moldy, stinking tofu into your brain: sticky and revolting.
An inexplicable fury rose from the depths of their hearts, making everyone seem unbearable.
Ning Rongrong's little face instantly turned pale, and even her lips trembled. Oscar beside her looked even worse, clutching his chest as though he might vomit at any moment.
Master's expression was equally grim.
"What kind of power is this? It surpasses the scope of Soul Beasts! An Evil Spirit Master? No... it is purer and more evil than any Evil Spirit Master I have ever seen!"
It had finally arrived.
Han Yuchen remained utterly calm.
He did not even raise a hand.
With a thought, the power of the Star Atlas seeped out from within him.
A faint layer of Starlight, nearly invisible to the naked eye, rippled outward like water.
A silent barrier enveloped everyone from Shrek.
Wherever the Starlight reached, that nauseating, irritated feeling melted away in an instant like snow beneath hot water.
Ning Rongrong let out a long breath.
She felt as though she had come back to life.
Looking at Han Yuchen's back, she saw that his figure was clearly slender, yet it felt like a mountain shielding them from every storm.
This feeling was wonderful.
"Careful! It's the altar!"
The Sky Azure Bull Python's anxious voice exploded directly in Han Yuchen's mind.
"They activated the altar's core! That power is contaminating the earth veins—they're forcibly creating a monster!"
So that was it.
Since they could not win, they flipped the table and summoned something huge to buy time.
Just as expected of Solonsen's underlings. They all thought the same way.