"Thud."
The first wooden boat struck bottom with a dull thump.
Then came the second, the third...
Aside from those two unlucky souls, this invasion force, assembled from the finest fighters of several evolutionary sequence domains, had finally set foot on the Eighth Domain's soil without further mishap.
The earth beneath their feet was damp and soft, and the surrounding trees grew thick and lush. For them, it felt like surviving a disaster.
Yet everyone present wore a grim expression.
That suffocating pressure still weighed on them like an immense burden, tightening their chests and leaving them short of breath.
Even the blood flowing through their bodies had become sluggish. The warm currents that had once surged within them seemed to have turned into dried-up streams.
Margaret removed her gloves and shook off the moisture clinging to them.
She assessed her condition, then spoke first. "This suppression is no different from that in other evolutionary sequence domains. It doesn't weaken us across the board. It targets specific things."
"If we face humans from the Eighth Domain right now, even that so-called Domain Master, we can still unleash domain sequence-level destructive power and maintain our overwhelming dimensional advantage."
"But if we face the gods of this land, the rules will weaken our defenses and attacks without limit."
Granny Hua said, "When we enjoyed the home-field advantage ourselves, it never bothered us. Now that someone else has it, the whole thing feels as revolting as rotten flowers." Sima Ji adjusted his glasses, his wary gaze sweeping over the dark, dense forest ahead.
Here, even a medium god they could normally crush with one hand might now leave them severely wounded.
"Stay sharp, everyone." Margaret put her gloves back on, her voice echoing across the open riverbank. "Though our bodies feel a little