The sky over Heaven Dou City's western district had completely fallen into a nauseating dark red.
That hundred-zhang-tall Asura God Shadow had brutally crushed through Douluo Continent's planar barrier and stood proudly over the shattered ruins, carrying a supreme pressure that did not belong to the mortal world.
In that instant, the air stopped flowing. The breeze that had turned fresh under the scouring starlight instantly congealed into thick, pungent blood plasma.
Countless dark-red bolts of lightning coiled around the god shadow. Every flicker came with the teeth-grating hiss of space being torn apart.
It was an absolute suppressive force that towered above all mortal beings, a dimensional strike from a higher level of life.
Crack—!
The hair-raising sound of bones shattering rang out one after another through the ruins. Dai Mubai and Oscar did not even have time to let out a scream before they were crushed flat to the ground by that almost tangible divine might.
Dai Mubai's proud White Tiger Vajra Transformation was as fragile as a sheet of soaked paper before that pressure.
Every muscle in his body spasmed violently. His cheek was pressed hard against the scorching rubble, sharp stone edges piercing his skin as blood wound down along his chin.
"A god... this is... a true god..." Dai Mubai struggled to turn those wicked eyes, bulging from extreme congestion, and a broken, bellows-like rasp came from his throat. His soul was trembling. Instinctively, he wanted to prostrate himself before that hundred-zhang god shadow. It was the absolute submission of a lower life-form before a higher law.
Yet in this bloody purgatory where even time seemed frozen, one person stood straighter than ever.
Han Yuchen had both hands casually tucked into his trouser pockets. His deep-blue eyes narrowed slightly as he raised his head and