High above.
Chen Ye hovered over this forbidden zone of life.
The dark-gold Divine Eagle had already left.
He was alone.
Beneath his feet were roiling black clouds.
Deep within the sea of clouds, dark-red arcs of lightning flickered.
That was the aura of Destruction from the battlefield below.
The composure had vanished from the corners of Chen Ye's mouth.
His gaze crossed space.
Those ancient, undisturbed eyes contracted for the first time because of something external.
The wind stopped.
It was not the wind of the natural world, but the world within Chen Ye's perception. Everything fell deathly silent.
Then, a heavy pressure swept over him.
It was as heavy as an iron hammer made real.
"Boom."
An invisible hammer slammed into his chest.
Once.
Then again.
Chen Ye's pupils contracted.
That aura made no attempt to conceal itself.
Overbearing.
Arrogant.
A vicious sword drawn from its sheath.
Its edge pointed straight at the center of the battlefield.
The sea underwent a change.
This stretch of ocean, churned into chaos by the storm, seethed with furious waves.
Black waves dozens of meters high, like giant beasts, tore at one another.
Yet along the path of that approaching aura, the entire ocean recoiled.
The Seawater retreated to both sides.
There was no wind guiding it.
No external force pushing it.
The Seawater was forcibly torn apart by an invisible power.
The violent sea made way for a straight avenue.
On both sides of the avenue stood walls of water curling backward.
Water droplets froze on the surfaces of the walls.
Chen Ye's fingers twitched unconsciously.
He was calculating the magnitude of this power.
A mere aura had forced back the ocean.
It defied common sense.
Even he would need to use an extremely powerful technique to cleave this sea apart.