The ground suddenly trembled.
It was not an earthquake.
The aftershock from that energy explosion had finally reached the ground.
The entire Star Luo Square was shaking.
Everyone in the stands felt the tremor.
The chairs swayed.
The ground quivered.
Some people cried out and grabbed the railings beside them.
Others turned pale, thinking the protective barrier had still shattered.
But the next moment...
The shaking stopped.
Everything returned to calm.
Only the rain continued to fall.
But it had weakened considerably.
The torrential downpour had become a light drizzle.
Huang Jinxu steadied himself and swept his gaze across the arena.
In the stands, tens of thousands of spectators were still reeling from the shock.
Around the protective barrier, dozens of high-ranking soul masters slumped on the ground, gasping heavily.
Their Soul Power had been almost completely depleted. Some had even collapsed from exhaustion, without the strength to stand.
Their faces were filled with lingering fear.
In that instant just now, they had all felt it.
The protective barrier was about to break.
With their Soul Power, they simply could not withstand that wave of energy.
If not for that five-colored light...
They would likely have already been torn to pieces by the energy wave.
A white-haired Title Douluo slumped on the ground, both hands braced against his knees as he panted heavily. His face was covered in wrinkles, yet his eyes shone with a frightening brightness.
"That five-colored light..."
His voice was hoarse, trembling faintly.
"What was it...?"
Another Soul Douluo leaned against a chunk of rubble, his chest rising and falling violently. His hands trembled—not from the cold, but from overexerting his Soul Power.
"I don't know..."
His voice was as weak as a mosquito's buzz.
"But without that five-colored light... the barrier would've exploded from the start...