Even the examinees—and the various bigwigs watching from the sidelines—couldn't help marveling. They had never imagined that one day, "shitting and pissing yourself" wouldn't be a figure of speech, but a statement of fact.
An entire row of ten examinees had just been mentally rocked by the Devil's Walkway. They'd learned that the price of doing evil was being used as a stepping stone by some bigwig, and now they were immediately getting beaten down by the Dragon's Might.
Even without looking directly at the dragon's head, each examinee seemed to hear a distant dragon's roar in their mind. It was as if the roar hadn't come from a dead object, but from the Vulture Dragon Mountain range they could see before them. It felt like a fearsome White Dragon might swoop down from the peaks at any moment and tear them to pieces.
The overwhelming pressure pierced straight into the depths of their souls. The examinees' hearts began to contract violently with instinctive fear, leaving them in a daze, as though their hearts had forgotten how to expand again.
Some of them blacked out in an instant and fainted on the spot.
Those who were even weaker were so frightened that a warm, mushy feeling filled their pants.
Even those who barely held on panted heavily, like the bellows in a Blacksmith Shop, clutching their chests as if missing even one breath would make them suffocate on the spot.
The gate, though not far away, had become the gates of hell in the examinees' eyes. Extreme fear drove them to flee.
"Ahhh! This is terrifying! I quit!" Anyone who could still shout was already doing well.
Others kept it brief: "Oh, God!"
The previous batch of examinees had made such a mess of things that the walkway and the