Though across the entire battlefield, almost no one besides Matilda could fully understand the conversation between Taowu and the Goddess of Misfortune.
But as the dark matter continued to multiply, everyone felt the same emotion as Taowu—
Pain.
It surged in like a tide, rising from their feet to their heads, swallowing their chests, drowning their throats, flooding their lungs!
That strange dagger fell again and again, as if it were not merely stabbing Taowu's battered body, but stabbing everyone on the battlefield, plunging into every soul.
"Suka... what the hell is this feeling? Why does it feel like I can't breathe...?"
Kaido clutched his throat with one huge hand, shaking his head anxiously.
Ao Zhan glanced over and saw the skin around Kaido's jaw splitting open, revealing gill-like breathing organs.
"It should be the influence of authority. Try mobilizing your own authority to resist it."
As he spoke, Ao Zhan activated the power of his authority to counter it.
But strangely enough, the pain only weakened slightly and was not fundamentally relieved at all.
"Not much use..." Kaido, who had followed the advice beside him, quickly noticed the same thing and asked in confusion, "It still hurts like hell."
"That's strange. Could it be suppression on the level of divine rank?" Ao Zhan frowned, his bull-like eyes sweeping the surroundings repeatedly. "Taowu is clearly one of God's Chosen Ones just like us. Logically, his power rank should be about the same as ours..."
"Even if he's already become a god, he shouldn't be able to suppress us this strongly, right?" Kaido shook his head hard. The skin across his body began to harden and darken, taking on the rubbery texture of sharkskin. "It's not like there aren't gods here. Look, there are two of them, and they're so dazzling