In Shangjing, the fleeing refugees, the civilians in the safe zones, and the rampaging soldiers all found their attention captured by the towering Holy Beast. They stared as if witnessing a miracle.
In an instant, countless ordinary Neon soldiers trembled under the giant Holy Beast's gaze and instinctively began to back away. The expressions of the Neon masters also changed dramatically.
It was a pressure so intense it felt tangible, one they had experienced not long ago.
The power of a single man holding off a siege by four restricted-level masters and over a dozen masters at the level of the Sixteen Generals.
That had been Yuan Tianhao, the number one expert of the Divine Land—an existence the entire Neon army feared.
But the Form of this aura clearly had nothing to do with Yuan Tianhao. This was the aura of another terrifying expert.
'The Divine Land actually produced another expert of this caliber?!'
"This is..."
