The weight of three descending mountains folded the sky downward in suffocating layers, and the pressure alone forced every cultivator below the Grand Magus realm to their knees. Even veteran magus felt their bones grind and their organs tremble as if an unseen hand were squeezing the life from their bodies.
Above them, the heavens darkened beneath the shadow of the falling masses.
With both the Heaven's Will Swordmaster and the Storm Lord locked in other battles, the burden of survival fell upon the combined strength of more than fifty Grand Magus.
Darian Astiel, ruler of the clan, gave the order with a roar that shook the air.
"Stop it! All of you—now!"
