In the sweltering Special-Grade Forging Room, after Shi Feng completed the promotion of the Abyssal Walker in his hand, he immediately felt as if the space throughout the room had frozen solid.
The originally silver-gray blade lit up with pitch-black Divine Script, while the black dragon coiled around the hilt suddenly opened its eyes. It seemed to come alive in an instant and let out a thunderous roar.
Roar!
The dragon's roar made the entire Forging Room shake violently, as if it might collapse at any moment. The terrifying pressure was like molten lead filling the entire room, weighing everyone down so heavily that they could not move an inch.
"How could it be this powerful?"
Shi Feng looked at the Abyssal Walker floating in midair and felt a trace of fear. This promotion was clearly different from the previous ones; its power was far greater. If the Forging Room had not been reinforced by a magic array, he had no doubt that the roar just now would have shaken it apart.
At this time, not only was the Special-Grade Forging Room affected, but Zero Wing members throughout the Blacksmith Association who were studying forging techniques also heard the dragon's roar and felt the room shake. Immediately afterward, terrifying pressure descended upon them, leaving them completely unable to move.
"What is going on? Why can't I move?"
Faced with that dreadful pressure, everyone panicked. They could all sense the breath of death, as though a terrifying beast stood beside them with its jaws already open.
As the pressure reached its peak, some Tier 2 NPCs throughout the Blacksmith Association collapsed to the ground. Only the passing Tier 3 NPC patrols could remain standing, yet their expressions as they looked at the Blacksmith Association were exceedingly grim, as if the building