The violent pressure of the fire dragon descended upon them like an invisible mountain!
The air instantly seemed to have been filled with lead.
Dai Mubai let out a muffled grunt. A flash of white gleamed in his evil eyes, and his White Tiger martial soul instinctively possessed him, allowing him to barely keep his footing.
Tang San pushed his Purple Demon Eye to its limit, bending his knees slightly as he desperately resisted the pressure.
Oscar and Ma Hongjun had gone pale, finding it difficult even to breathe.
Was this the fearsome might of the Golden Iron Triangle's "Killing Horn"?
It truly lived up to its reputation!
Yet amid this raging storm, two people remained completely unmoved.
Leng Yuebai still looked as cool and detached as ever, as though the Soul Sage's pressure was no more than a breeze brushing against her face.
Han Yuchen even yawned, looking as though he had not fully woken up.
Liu Erlong's pupils contracted slightly.
They had some skill.
Her aura consciously began to focus its crushing pressure on Han Yuchen alone, the seemingly "weakest" one!
Han Yuchen lifted his eyelids.
Playing with aura?
Fine. He would play along.
He did not release any Soul Power, nor did he reveal his soul rings.
He simply stood there quietly, but his gaze changed.
Deep within those pitch-black eyes, an almost imperceptible majesty, as though it had existed since the birth of the universe, slowly awakened.
Buzz—!
Liu Erlong's violent fire dragon pressure seemed to crash into an invisible Dimensional Wall.
No, it was not blocked.
It... collapsed.
Like melting ice and snow, it instantly fell apart and vanished without a trace.
"Aoo..."
A faint dragon cry, nearly inaudible and filled with terror, sounded from deep within the source of Liu Erlong's martial soul.
Her