The aura of a High God-level powerhouse.
If not for the trial space acting as a barrier, these Level 300 and Level 400 beings would likely be unable to withstand such an aura for even a few seconds before being suppressed and refined into nothingness.
The moment the gigantic hand appeared, Leon's eyes widened in fury as he stared at the phantom.
He nearly shouted through gritted teeth, "Damn the myriad races! They are actually shameless enough to cheat!
"This trial was supposed to be decided by each participant's own ability. It was already bad enough that they broke the rules earlier and forcibly sent in a group of Level 400 powerhouses.
"But now, a High God-level powerhouse is actually forcefully making a move personally. Isn't this going too far?
"Have the myriad races truly abandoned even the last shred of shame?"
Level 300 was a dividing line. It could only be considered the quasi-god level.
At Level 400, one reached the demigod grade.
