High above the battlefield, the invisible pressure continued spreading as it ignored distance, formations, and cultivation alike.
Within only a few breaths, it had enveloped every corner of the Undead Cradle. The four Battlefronts, the Corpse Mountain Range, the Upper Ancient Battlefield, and the Lower Grave Strata.
Even the forgotten forbidden regions buried beneath countless layers of earth- nothing escaped its reach. It was as though the entire secret realm had become the target of an unseen will.
Across the battlefield, more and more Evernight Marquises began noticing something was wrong.
"My...my Abyssal Qi..."
"It feels..."
"...suppressed."
An Evernight Earl looked toward his trembling hands as the abyssal Qi circulating through his meridians hadn't weakened. Yet, it had become sluggish and almost hesitant, as though it refused to continue flowing.
"What is happening?"
"I can't breathe..."
"My cultivation..."
"No..."
"It isn't suppression..."
"It's..."
