Amidst the twisted Void, figures exuding powerful auras stood arrogantly.
They were clad in ancient yet dazzling battle armor, each accompanied by rarely seen Divine Beasts, with bloodthirsty excitement on their faces.
The aura of the leading figures was particularly terrifying, the energy fluctuations around their Spirit Beasts slightly distorting the space below.
The oppressive, icy, and dominating pressure, like a tangible tsunami, poured down from the sky and instantly enveloped the entire area.
Under this pressure, the civilians and low-ranked Beastmasters who had not yet fled far away turned pale, their legs weakened, and some even collapsed directly to the ground, losing the strength to even run, leaving only boundless fear.
"Divine... Divine Race!" someone cried out in despair.
