Under the crushing weight of this immense spiritual power, a deathly silence descended upon the battlefield. Only Su Yaoyao's voice echoed in the night sky, "Enough! All of you, stop!"
Under the immense pressure of her spiritual power, Noah's colossal body seemed to be yanked by an invisible, gigantic force. He instantly shrank, forced back into his human form.
He clutched the stump of his right arm tightly with his left hand. Blue blood gushed from the wound like a bursting dam, a horrifying sight to behold.
His face was a mask of pain and unyielding resentment. Large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, dripping into the blood and grime on the ground.
Bai Lian was also unable to resist this power and was forced to revert from his White Lion form.
He was forced to one knee, which sank deep into the mud. His forehead was beaded with sweat as he struggled to look up at Su Yaoyao, his eyes filled with worry.
