Luo Yun hovered in midair. The pure-white Creation God Armor gleamed with a cold sheen, and purple-black Destruction Thunder crackled around him.
His gaze swept across the entire battlefield. His scarlet eyes were as calm as a bottomless pool of stagnant water.
He said nothing.
He simply released his divine pressure.
In that instant, everyone on the battlefield felt it.
It was as if an invisible mountain had dropped from the sky and crashed down on everyone's shoulders.
The Frost Extreme Empire's soldiers staggered, while the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's disciples all collapsed to their knees, pinned to the ground and unable to move.
The air grew thick, breathing became difficult, and hearts hammered in their chests as blood surged through their veins, as if it were about to seep through their skin.
That was no Soul Power pressure. That was divine might.
Luo Shang's brow twitched slightly, but he did not retreat.
When that pressure swept over him, it was like a breeze passing over a hill. He could feel its power, but it was not directed at him.
Luo Yun's pressure deliberately avoided the Frost Extreme Empire's people and bore down entirely on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's position.
Ning Fengzhi's face turned deathly pale in an instant.
The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in his hands trembled violently. His Soul Power seemed suppressed by some force, its circulation sluggish to the extreme.
Fine beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead. His back was soaked with cold sweat, his clothes clinging to his skin, icy to the touch.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin's pupils contracted to pinpricks.
That pressure left him without even the courage to draw his sword.
Bone Douluo's face was ashen.
The Bone Dragon Martial Soul trembled beneath the pressure, its dragon bones