Boom!!
With the appearance of that phantom, all the blacksmiths inside the towers suddenly felt intense pressure.
It was as if a storm surged and bore down upon them, like the atmospheric pressure of nature itself. The heavens and earth throughout the entire atmosphere were pressing down on them.
As the gale howled, it felt as though something had glued their airways shut. Their whole bodies began to suffocate violently, and many clutched their throats as an intense, churning urge to vomit welled up inside them.
"I'm..."
Even Su Yu Niang felt her eyeballs bulging under the pressure. They were covered in fine, dense blood vessels, as though the tremendous intraocular pressure was about to squeeze them until their juices burst out. The next instant, they seemed ready to explode.
This entrance??
Su Yu Niang could not help sighing in admiration.
The realism of the game's five senses had once again refreshed her understanding.
If it had previously imitated the five senses humans possessed—smell, taste, hearing, and sight—
she would only have found it dazzling, something to eat and play with.
But this was no longer an imitation of the five senses humans possessed. It was technology that surpassed the five senses.
This kind of pressure did not exist in reality.
They had created a sixth type of sense that humans had never experienced before.
How could this still be called 100% sensory simulation technology?
This was 120% realism!
Su Yu Niang remained speechless for a long while.
This round was truly just showing off technical skill.
The others were so shocked that they could not speak either—in the literal sense.
Thus, some of them could only communicate through private messages: "My esophagus is glued shut. I can't breathe!"
"My eyeballs are about to explode! How did they create this pressure? This is too awesome, too shocking."
"Holding a bow and arrow—is that the Manor Lord appearing? Is the pressure of his entrance really this strong?"
Just as everyone was discussing it, Food God said, "I understand. I understand how they did it. The technicians don't, but I, a special-grade chef, do."
Everyone was astonished. "Then how was this pressure created? What's the principle behind it?"
Food God said, "It's simple. You can do it with existing food sensations. Use rice cake to stick the throat shut, then smear chili on the eyeballs. Doesn't that sound about right?"
???
The other blacksmiths' eyes instantly went round, and they had no idea how to complain.
It had clearly possessed such an imposing, high-class aura, but after you blessed it with that mouth of yours—
In their imagined scene:
An ancient Great Emperor who had swept across the ages appeared. The moment his high-level pressure descended, the production team secretly adjusted their senses from behind the scenes, smearing chili on them and applying rice cake. They no longer dared look directly at that image.
I want to cry.
Please give me a pair of eyes that have never seen those words.
But Su Yu Niang pulled the conversation back and explained to everyone:
"Everyone, this is the intense pressure coming from one's bloodline. Of course, the reason it can be so powerful is that we're mortals."
"Of course not. Not everyone possesses this kind of might."
Su Yu Niang had obtained basic cultivation knowledge from Old Steward.
If it came from a demonic beast, it meant the other party's bloodline was extremely high-level—like a dragon or a phoenix, beings that humans had revered as totems in ancient times.
If it came from a cultivator, then that cultivator's Spiritual Root had to be an exceedingly rare Exotic Spiritual Root of heaven and earth, an ancient treasure.
In other words, what people commonly called a Heavenly Spiritual Root!
Their potential was no inferior to the offspring of bloodlines such as dragons and phoenixes. Their growth potential was so exaggerated that it was beyond imagination. They were also the main force with which humanity resisted such foreign races—the backbone of the human race!
And this person before them—
judging from the characteristic of absorbing light, he was probably an exceedingly rare Exotic Spiritual Root beyond the Five Elements Spiritual Root: the Shadow Heavenly Spiritual Root.
Of course, this was not because she was especially brilliant or well learned. It was merely basic cultivation knowledge.
The techniques ordinary cultivators used had very obvious characteristics.
For example, if you used a Wood-element spell, it would be full of vitality, and others could naturally tell at a glance that you possessed a Wood Spirit Root.
Su Yu Niang murmured gravely, "Our Manor Lord's Spiritual Root grade is probably a peerless rarity across this entire land."
Her eyes gradually brightened. "From now on, we won't have to fear bringing disaster upon ourselves by selling the weapons we forge. We won't have to hold back at all, because the Manor Lord will support us!"
"Are you thinking too far ahead? The low-level demonic beast crows haven't even been brought down, and you're already thinking about forging high-level divine weapons?"
Jiu Cai Rong could not be bothered with their nonsense. His expression solemn, he sent a message: "Fire the arrows. This is obviously assistance from our Manor Lord—the classic battlefield NPC assistance."
"All teams, pay attention. The crows' attention has been drawn away. This is our chance. Find a time to sneak out through the tunnels, return to the surface, and recover the arrows and crow corpses!"
A huge number of arrows had fallen onto the ground outside, filling the corpses with shafts.
If they did not recover them now, when would they?
Everyone was merely somewhat surprised; none of them found it unexpected.
When they could no longer hold out, triggering an NPC's temporary aid was a common occurrence.
Elsewhere.
The lofty Sword Forging Manor Lord whom everyone was praising to the heavens was switching positions halfway up the mountain, utterly lacking in dignity.
He carried a bow and arrows on his back and wore forest camouflage from head to toe, dressed like a muddy-legged peasant.
His movements even looked somewhat furtive to outsiders. He was trying to change pits and set up another ambush, preparing to see whether he could take another shot at them.
From the perspective of the one cutting a hundred eyes, his whole body suddenly froze, and he secretly knitted his brows.
What are they talking about?
Can't they be serious for once?
At that moment—
just as everyone was chatting, those phantoms rose like flowing-cloud War Gods awakened from the shadows. They raised their bows and loosed a volley of arrows.
A crow suddenly crashed to the ground.
A new bow-bearing phantom stood up. Following its instincts, it fired arrows, and their ranks grew at an astonishing rate, surging forth in mighty numbers.
A snowball effect!
The snowball was becoming more and more terrifying!
The crows attacking through the various firing holes were wiped out. Those phantoms used archery far more exquisite than theirs to shoot down the crows one by one with pinpoint accuracy.
New phantoms formed on the ground one after another—landing, forming, firing arrows. This rapid cycle made some of the blacksmiths unable to restrain themselves from shouting wildly.
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