The brief atmosphere of rest within the fortress shattered abruptly, as if hit by an invisible heavy hammer.
An indescribable pressure, like a viscous substance, diffusely spread unwarranted from the distant horizon, instantly filling the entire Blood Pit Fortress.
Like an overwhelming giant wave crashing down, giving no one time to react.
The originally relaxed atmosphere after the battle dissipated in an instant.
The air turned oppressively heavy, every breath felt like inhaling scorching lead.
This is a suppression of life forms.
The joy of previous victory and fatigued relaxation, before this suppression, were like fragile bubbles crushed.
This was not a pure physical oppression but a pressing feeling that emanated from the source level of life itself.
Like ants looking up at a mountain, streams facing a tsunami, a profound sense of absolute powerlessness in cognition.
