"Th-this is... divine power pouring into their bodies?!"
Bibi Dong had just arrived outside the Holy Son's Palace. As she stared at the spectacle before her, disbelief filled her eyes.
The black-and-white pillar of light stretching between heaven and earth radiated a sacred pressure that made even her, a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo, shudder.
What had those two done inside the palace?
How had they drawn down such vast, such pure divine power?!
This was more than a hundred times more terrifying than when she had received the Rakshasa God's inheritance!
"Y-Your Holiness!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the others hurried over, panting.
They stared at the pillar of divine power connecting heaven and earth, their faces pale and legs weak. They could barely stand.
Thud!
Thud!
Some of the weaker Soul Masters could no longer withstand the pressure. They dropped to their knees, trembling as fear and awe filled their eyes.
"Seal off Pope Mountain at once!"
Bibi Dong was the first to react. She drew a deep breath, forced down her shock, and issued a sharp command.
"No one is to take a single step toward the Holy Son's Palace! Kill anyone who disobeys!"
She did not know what was happening inside.
But she knew Lin Ye and Zhu Zhuqing were at their most critical—and most vulnerable—moment.
They could not be disturbed!
"Yes!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo did not dare delay. Fighting through the pressure bearing down on their very souls, they led Spirit Hall's guards in surrounding Pope Mountain so tightly that not even water could pass through.
Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen, meanwhile, watched the pillar of divine power with complicated expressions.
"Brother Ning, what... what is going on?" Yu Yuanzhen's voice was hoarse.
After pledging himself to Spirit Hall and witnessing Lin Ye's godlike