A black giant palm obscured the Heavenly Dome, and an indescribable pressure enveloped all the Transcendents within tens of kilometers.
It was as if a pause button had been pressed, the space beneath the black giant palm frozen in amber. Everyone had their eyes wide open, unable to struggle.
Tang Yu was the first to bear the brunt, facing a Holy Tier strike head-on, the pressure... far more intense than any Saint's might he had felt back in the old Royal Capital, stronger by untold magnitudes.
He too found it difficult to move, the operation of his Source Power falling into sluggishness, creeping forward incrementally like a snail.
Shadows enveloped him, slowly spreading to the Floating Island behind him.
Under the black giant palm, the majestic Floating Islands seemed merely like a small toy. As the giant palm fell, no one doubted whether the islands would shatter into pieces.
Huff~
Huff~
