One hundred.
The moment Chen Yan's voice fell, the entire Dao Field seemed to dim.
Light and shadow churned, and a low hum vibrated out from the void.
One, two, ten, fifty... a full one hundred auras coalesced into form within the Dao Field almost simultaneously, filling every inch of space until it was packed tight.
Chen Yan stood in the center, surrounded on all sides by Nine-Heads.
Identical builds, identical auras, and one hundred hollow eyes locked onto him from every angle.
One hundred Planetary Rank Tier 1 entities.
The pressure of this combined force was no longer a simple matter of "quantitative change."
The light around Chen Yan began to distort, and fine cracks appeared in the void beneath his feet, as if some invisible, heavy object were crushing this space from every direction.
He could even feel his domain trembling slightly under this pressure.
The initial stage of Planetary Rank meant that Nine-Heads had comprehended Gravity; truthfully, it was a very practical power.
All one hundred Nine-Heads moved at once.
No probing, no hesitation.
One hundred attacks erupted in the same instant: fist winds, tail strikes, mental shocks, and gravitational crushing.
Every attack method was different, yet they connected perfectly under a collective will so tacit that it was nearly terrifying, sealing off every possible retreat for Chen Yan.
Air, ground, front, back, overhead, beneath his feet—there was not a single blind spot, not a single gap.
Chen Yan's pupils reflected the overwhelming torrent of energy surging toward him.
He did not retreat.
He unleashed the Power of Void to its full extent.
In that instant, his body seemed to turn into a wisp of intangible smoke, sliding out from the dense web of attacks.
But the coordination of these one hundred Nine-Heads was far more precise