Boom!!
With the appearance of the shadow, all the blacksmiths in the tower now felt intense pressure.
It was as if the storm of the atmospheric surface of nature surged and pressed down, the entire atmosphere was pressing upon them.
As the gale howled, it felt as if something was clogging the respiratory tract, the whole person started suffocating, many people clutched their throats feeling a violent urge to vomit.
"I..."
Su Yuniang also felt her eyeballs being pressed, filled with fine blood streaks, as if the strong intraocular pressure was about to squeeze her eyes out, about to burst the next second.
This entrance??
Su Yuniang couldn't help but exclaim how amazing it was.
This game just once again refreshed her perception of the realism of the five senses.
If before it imitated the existing human senses of touch, smell, taste, hearing, vision...
She was only amazed, it was eatable and playable.
But now it was no longer an imitation of existing human senses, but... a technique that transcended the five senses.
This sense of oppression does not exist in reality.
They created a sixth kind of sense that humans had never experienced before.
Is this just a 100% sensory simulation technology?
This is 120% sensation!
Su Yuniang was speechless for a long time.
This was truly a display of skills.
Others were also so shocked they couldn't speak, in the literal sense.
So, some began to only communicate in private messages: "My esophagus is clogged, I can't breathe!"
"My eyes are going to explode, how did they achieve this sense of oppression? It's so amazing, so shocking."
"Holding a bow and arrow, this must be the Manor Master appearing, is this entrance pressure so strong?"
While everyone was discussing, the Food God said: "I understand, I understand how it's done, the technicians may not, but I, this special-grade chef, do."
Everyone was shocked: "Then how is this oppressive feeling done? What's the principle?"
Food God: "It's simple, you can use existing food senses, use rice cakes to clog the throat, apply chili to the eyeballs, doesn't it resemble?"
???
Other blacksmiths were wide-eyed on the spot, not knowing how to retort.
With such high prestige, after your enlightening words...
In the mental picture:
An ancient Great Emperor appeared, the high-tier oppressive sensation emerged, and then there were production teams secretly tweaking our senses behind the scenes, applying chili, using rice cakes... this image was already unbearable to look at directly.
Want to cry.
Seeking a pair of eyes that have never seen these words.
But Su Yuniang brought everyone back to the topic, explaining:
"Everyone, this is the intense sense of oppression from the bloodline, of course, it's so intense because we are mortals."
"Of course not everyone has this kind of pressure."
Su Yuniang had received basic cultivation knowledge from the old steward.
If it comes from a Demon Beast, it means the bloodline is extremely high-tier, like a Dragon, Phoenix, entities that humans revered as totems in ancient times.
If it comes from a Cultivator, then the Cultivator's Spiritual Root must be an extremely rare Celestial Spirit Root, ancient treasures.
It's what people commonly call... Celestial Spirit Root!
They are no less than the offspring of Dragons and Phoenixes in terms of bloodline, their growth potential is unbelievably exaggerated, and they are also the main force for human resistance against such Foreign Races, the pillar of the Human Race!
And this one before us.
The feature of absorbing light suggests that it might be an extremely rare Alien Species Spiritual Root aside from the Five Elements Spiritual Root, a Shadow Celestial Spirit Root.
This is obviously not due to her being knowledgeable or erudite, it's basic cultivation knowledge.
Which technique a Cultivator uses usually has very obvious features.
If you use a Wood Series Spell, it is full of vitality, others can naturally see at a glance it is a Wood Spirit Root.
Su Yuniang muttered solemnly: "Our Manor Master, his grade of Spiritual Root might be a rarity across the entire land."
Her eyes gradually brightened, "In the future, when we forge Divine Weapons and are not afraid of being victimized for possessing a treasure, we won't be scared at all because the Manor Master has our back!"
"Are you thinking too much? We haven't even taken down the low-tier demon beast ravens, and you're thinking about forging high-tier Divine Weapons?"
Jiucai Rong couldn't be bothered with these unserious people, and communicated seriously: "Shoot arrows, this is obviously the support of our Manor Master, a classic battlefield NPC assistance."
"All teams take notice, the ravens' attention is all drawn, this is our chance, find a time to sneak out through the tunnels, go to the surface to recover the arrows and raven corpses!"
A large number of arrows fell to the ground outside, sticking into the bodies.
When else if not take this chance to recover?
Everyone was just somewhat surprised, but not unexpected.
When you can't hold on, triggering an NPC temporary assist is common.
...
On the other side.
The Sword Casting Manor Master, whom everyone was praising to the skies, was switching positions mid-mountain without any image.
He carried a bow and arrow, clad in forest camouflage color, dressed like a mud leg.
The actions even seemed somewhat obscene to outsiders, trying to switch pits and find a place to observe if he could hit them again.
In the perspective of a hundred eyes cut, the whole person paused, frowning secretly.
What are they talking about?
Not serious at all.
At this time.
While everyone was chatting, those shadows like the War God awakening in the shadows, raised their hands to draw a bow, and shot an arrow simultaneously.
A raven suddenly fell to the ground.
New shadow archers stood up, instinctively shooting arrows, vast and mighty, the number soared at an incredible speed.
Snowballing!
The snowball grew more terrifying!
The ravens besieging various shooting holes were cleared, those shadows with far superior archery precisely shot down the ravens one by one.
New shadows generated on the ground, landed, generated, shot arrows, this quick cycle made some blacksmiths unable to hold back from shouting crazily.