The five titled Douluos remained crushed firmly against the shattered arena floor, their bodies trembling uncontrollably beneath the invisible pressure descending from above. Cracks spread endlessly throughout the massive battlefield while fragments of broken stone floated slightly into the air under the distortion of spiritual energy.
None of them could move.
The suppression surrounding them felt like an entire world had collapsed onto their shoulders. Their soul power had already become completely chaotic from the overwhelming force pressing into their bodies and spiritual seas simultaneously. Even breathing felt painfully difficult.
The surrounding atmosphere had become utterly silent.
Thousands of students stared blankly at the terrifying scene unfolding before their eyes. Fear, disbelief, and shock filled every expression throughout the academy.
These were titled Douluos.
Peak existences worshipped across the continent like living legends.
