Native

Beyond the quiet canyon, signs of life were spreading.

Faint shouts came from the surroundings, echoing incessantly through this place.

In the distance, several beings stood there, appearing utterly extraordinary.

They looked humanoid. A few wore scale armor, making them look like armored warriors at first glance, but where their heads should have been were dragon heads, and faint crimson light flickered in their blood-red eyes.

Several Half-Dragons with dragon heads stood around another unusual being.

It was clear that these beings were all very powerful. A chilling aura flowed through them, and if they had been in the outside world, a casual strike from any one of them could have toppled a mountain.

But here, these beings couldn't stir up the slightest disturbance.

There was only one reason: the environment was different.

In this environment, the density of the surrounding space was immense. Just standing there, the natural pressure of space from every direction was enough to make anyone feel suffocated and terrified.

Anyone with insufficient physical strength would be crushed by the surrounding space, instantly flattened into a highly compressed slab of flesh.

Even a Fourth Order powerhouse would be suppressed here. Though their strength would allow them to survive, their power would still be constrained.

In other words, though their power remained unchanged in essence, the different environment meant that the force they could unleash here was far less than what they could unleash in the outside world.

To some extent, this could even be considered a form of protection.

After all, Fourth Order beings were far too powerful. If they were allowed to act without restraint and unleash their full strength freely, they would likely cause immense harm to ordinary life over time.

But in this place, there was no such problem.

Given how terrifying this