The aura erupting from the burly man surnamed Xiong was violent and ferocious. It made one feel as if they were standing before a High-level Fierce Beast, in constant danger of being devoured. Although his aura was aimed solely at Zhaang Ye, wisps of it still leaked out. The youths standing around Zhaang Ye were struck by these stray wisps, and they shivered involuntarily as their expressions changed.
The mere wisps of leaked aura were enough to make the youths' faces pale. Zhaang Ye, who bore the full brunt of it, couldn't even breathe. Under the pressure of Senior Brother Xiong's immense aura, his body began to make creaking sounds. It was as if he were being pounded by an Iron Hammer, sinking into the ground inch by inch.
"Hm?"
Seeing that Zhaang Ye's expression remained perfectly calm even as he was being forced into the ground, a look of shock flashed across "Senior Brother Xiong's" eyes.
