As Zi Yan released her aura without holding anything back, her pressure crashed down like Mount Tai collapsing, bearing an irresistible force of suppression as it engulfed the Three Great Dragon Kings and the Three Islands Allied Forces behind them.
Everyone from the three islands felt as though an invisible hammer had smashed violently into their chests. Their breathing abruptly stalled, and even the circulation of their Dou Qi became incomparably sluggish.
Even the Three Great Dragon Kings at the forefront lost the certainty of victory and casual disdain that had been written across their faces moments ago. Like paper kites torn apart by a gale, those expressions shattered completely in an instant.
The soldiers within the allied army, already left gasping beneath the pressure of her bloodline, found their situation made even worse.
The sounds of bodies dropping to their knees rang out one after another. Dense ranks of figures bent like rice stalks broken by a violent wind, their faces pale as paper. Their foreheads pressed toward the empty air, and even the courage to lift their heads and look directly at Zi Yan had been crushed to pieces.
Zi Yan stood quietly in the sky, her dark golden battle armor flowing with blazing radiance amid the surging Dou Qi. Her gaze was as cold as ten-thousand-year ice as it swept over the Three Great Dragon Kings, whose expressions had drastically changed.
Her voice was not loud, yet every person heard it clearly. "Do you still think the three of you can defeat me?"
The instant her words fell, the air around them seemed to freeze. Only the immense aura of a Five-Star Dou Sheng around her continued to roar and surge, brutally pressing down the morale of the Three Islands Allied Forces into the dust.
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