"AMUSING. MORTALS SPEAKING OF IMPOSSIBILITY TO A BEING WHO HAS LIVED SINCE THE REALM'S FOUNDATION."
The amusement in the Frost Wyrm Empress's voice somehow made the pressure even more terrifying.
Elder Liu Tianmeng, the military commander, found himself speaking despite the crushing force—desperation overriding all sense of self-preservation.
"Great Empress!" he wheezed, blood frothing at his lips. "The... the Emperor... he doesn't fight alone! Three women... bonded to him at the soul level! Their power... synchronized! We've never seen anything like it!"
"SPEAK CLEARLY, INSECT. WHAT OF THESE FEMALES?"
Bai Zhengming struggled to raise his head, every word a monumental effort against the cosmic pressure flattening him against the stone floor. "The intelligence reports... Great Empress... he ascended alongside them. They share power somehow. Attacking him alone would be... impossible. The women... they're his source of strength!"
