Sunlight streamed brightly through the window.
The enormous Blue Dragon soared past with a howl.
Blood Ice, standing over a hundred meters tall, resembled a small mountain as it stood silently.
Beastmaster Rexxar rode Violent Bear Misha across the grass ahead.
Demon Hunter Felonas the Transgressor spread his black wings and watched Viscount Albert Jenkins with violet eyes.
An overwhelming pressure swept over him, making his body tremble involuntarily.
At the same time, dozens of auras belonging to legendary powerhouses appeared within the territory.
When not deliberately concealed, the oppressive aura of legendary powerhouses was like candle flames in the night.
Albert Jenkins suddenly understood something.
The Great City that had appeared out of nowhere possessed far greater actual combat strength than an ordinary Great City.
There were dozens of legendary powerhouses alone.
And the giant in the distance, with the traits of a tundra barbarian, emanated guardian-tier pressure as deep and dreadful as an abyss.
The sight made him suck in a cold breath.
After standing dazed for a moment, he turned to look at Zong Shen.
He tried to get an explanation—or perhaps some psychological comfort—from him.
After all, the oppressive pressure outside was simply too intense.
Yet just as he turned around, Zong Shen, the Lord himself, also released a powerful aura.
The sudden pressure made Viscount Albert's hair stand on end.
He instinctively staggered back several steps, only stopping when he bumped into a decorative vase on a small table.
The terror in his eyes could no longer be restrained.
The several tall guards accompanying him struggled forward.
The pointed pressure made every step exceedingly difficult for them.
But just as the atmosphere was about to shift, all the pressure vanished in an instant.
As though a mountain had been lifted from his chest, Viscount Albert