Several hundred thousand people stood on platforms. Formation after formation activated in an instant, sending beams of light shooting up from the ground. The statues at the center radiated powerful light, as though they had come alive, unleashing an incomparably terrifying pressure.
The scene was immensely spectacular, yet almost no one watched, because countless eyes were fixed upon the prodigies. For someone who could not even make a statue emit purple light, the masses simply disdained to spare them a glance.
Even if these people passed by sheer luck, they would fail at the later checkpoints. Even if they became disciples of the Otherworld Ten Academies, they could only be considered ordinary disciples. Such ordinary disciples might be terrifying existences in the eyes of common people, but the great figures would directly ignore them.
On the platform Zhao Fu and Gou Yan had arrived at stood a Dragonman statue, which immediately erupted with a terrifying power.
Everyone felt an immense dragon might press heavily down upon them. Countless bodies sank, their expressions turning unpleasant. Some even went limp and collapsed to the ground. Naturally, those who collapsed were eliminated.
Boom!
A few minutes later, the Dragonman statue erupted with an even stronger dragon might, transforming into an invisible force field that pressed down upon everyone.
At this point, even more people went limp and collapsed to the ground.
Gou Yan also felt a trace of pressure. His expression grew solemn as he circulated his power to resist that oppressive might. As for Zhao Fu, he stood on the platform as if nothing had happened.
This level of pressure posed no burden to Zhao Fu at all. First, Zhao Fu's Sacred Blood could greatly weaken oppressive might. Moreover, he possessed the Dragon Emperor Physique and its power, while Dragonmen were also