The gray-robed elder stood quietly where he was, his withered palm pressed tightly against Scarlet King's gigantic claw blazing with hellfire.
There was no deafening collision, nor any shockwave that tore up the earth. The air in the center of the basin was eerily still.
The eyes on Scarlet King's central head suddenly widened, its pupils shrinking to two tiny pinpoints.
It tried to press its right claw downward, only to find that the other's palm was like an iron wall spanning heaven and earth. No matter how it mobilized its three hundred thousand years of cultivation, that hand did not so much as tremble.
How is this possible?
Scarlet King was horrified.
It immediately gathered its immense spiritual power and swept it toward the elder before it.
Yet within its sensory web, this living human standing so close by appeared to be completely nonexistent.
There were no Soul Power fluctuations, no surging blood and vitality— even his signs of life had been perfectly concealed.
To evade the detection of a three-hundred-thousand-year beast like itself, this man could not possibly be a rank 98 Super Douluo.
Even a rank 98 would inevitably reveal some trace of their strength in close combat.
There was only one explanation: that despair-inducing realm.
Rank 99. Limit Douluo!
Scarlet King reacted swiftly and decisively abandoned any thought of continuing the struggle.
Its hind legs suddenly exerted force. At the cost of tearing away a layer of flesh from its right claw, it forcibly pulled its claw free from that invisible restraint.
Its huge body borrowed the recoil to leap backward several times in succession, retreating dozens of meters in an instant.
After landing, it did not choose to flee. Instead, it shifted its massive body sideways, shielding the Three-Eyed Golden Lion, who had just been