What exactly was the pressure of a rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo?
In the Soul Master World of the Douluo Continent, it represented the absolute peak humanity could reach, a supreme realm only half a step away from "godhood."
And when that power was forcibly fused with the Shadow Law from a higher-dimensional universe, the oppression it produced had already far surpassed the limits any ordinary living being could withstand.
Boom—!
As the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blood Soul Ring wreathed in black deathly aura beneath Qian Chongjue's feet fully lit up, the gravity throughout the underground cavern seemed to increase ten thousandfold in an instant.
The air was no longer flowing gas, but solidified mercury, pressing heavily down on everyone's shoulders.
High above, the massive stalactites that had hung upside down for countless millennia let out groans of strain.
With teeth-grating cracks, hundreds of thick stone pillars shattered inch by inch, turning into a rain of sharp stone that crashed down madly with mountain-crushing force.
On the ground, the hard foundations built entirely from pure obsidian also split apart like fragile biscuits, tearing open countless bottomless ravines.
Dark purple energy surged out along those ravines, illuminating the entire cavern like the depths of the Nine Hells.
The packet of caramel melon seeds Han Yuchen had just stuffed into Qian Renxue's hand instantly turned to dust under that almost tangible pressure.
She let out a muffled groan, her knees suddenly buckling as she nearly dropped straight to the ground covered in black slime.
Even though she drove the Six-winged Archangel Martial Soul within her with everything she had, that faint sacred golden light wavered like a candle in the wind before the vast tsunami of shadow.
"So this is... the power of a Limit Douluo..." Qian Renxue bit hard into her pale lips, a