The wind stopped.
Amond's massive figure, over five meters tall, hovered in the air like a mountain descending from the sky, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
He looked down at the six figures standing before him with a cruel curve at the corner of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of fangs.
Li Qi and the others stood opposite him, each feeling the terrifying pressure from the Tier Eight Beastman Royal Family.
This pressure was not a crushing from the level of Spiritual Energy, but a suppression from the level of life itself, like ants gazing up at an elephant, mere mortals facing a god.
Their bodies involuntarily tensed, muscles stiffened, their breathing became rapid, and even the flow of blood seemed to slow at this moment.
Cold sweat seeped from each of their foreheads, sliding down their cheeks and dripping onto the scorched earth below.
