The pressure that followed was staggering.
The moment the soul attack fully entered his sea of consciousness, the surrounding space seemed to disappear beneath an overwhelming tide of spiritual energy. Emery's soul trembled as the golden radiance around him intensified, and then something began to take shape within the depths of his consciousness.
Multiple flying structures slowly emerged from the sky, bursting through the golden mist.
Each structure was tall and slender, built with countless layers of intricate silver-white runes. Each one radiated an immense spiritual pressure that seemed capable of suppressing his entire soul.
There were eight of them.
There was no mistaking it.
Versa was an Eighth-Layer Spirit Champion, her soul cultivation having reached an extraordinary level.
Emery's expression turned serious.
He threw up his defenses at once.
