God of Blue Silver Grass? No, God of Wood

"I don't know either."

Yu Xiaogang shook his head. Frowning deeply, his eyes filled with confusion and vigilance, he said, "This aura of pressure is unfamiliar. It doesn't seem to have been released by a Soul Master from the Heaven Dou Allied Army, nor does it seem to come from Spirit Hall... It's too strange."

The few of them were doing relatively well. Flender was a Soul Saint, Yu Xiaogang a Soul Emperor, and Yu Tianyang a high-level Soul King. Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Yu Tianheng, and Yu Tianxin were also at the Soul King level. They merely felt somewhat uncomfortable, with their Spirit Power Circulation slightly obstructed, but they had not suffered any actual harm.

However, the others around them, especially weaker low-level Soul Masters and ordinary civilians without Soul Power, were in far worse condition.

Quite a few people trembled all over beneath the pressure. Some even dropped to their knees, their eyes unfocused and their expressions dazed, unable even to stand firm.

However, the pressure had come quickly and gone just as quickly.

Just as everyone thought something even more terrifying was about to happen, that suffocating pressure suddenly vanished without a trace, as though it had never existed.

Everyone immediately sighed in relief and began gasping for air. Cold sweat already covered their foreheads.

They looked at one another, their faces still showing that they were shaken. No one knew what had released that sudden pressure or what it signified.

The peace of Jialing Pass had been broken at that moment.

"Look! Look up!"

"Look at what? Didn't the pressure already disappear?"

"Look at the sky! There's something up there."

Only moments after the pressure vanished, waves of astonished cries suddenly erupted through the streets, their voices filled with shock.

Hearing the shouts, Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and