The wind howled, and the air trembled. The invisible auras of the two Upper Exalts collided violently, like two massive beasts crashing head-on.
The impact was terrifying.
Both sides, whether Western Mansion's experts or the black-clad mercenaries, retreated instinctively the moment the clash began. One step, then another, until they were nearly ten meters away, where the pressure finally became bearable.
Even so, many of them still felt their chests tighten.
The audience farther away fared little better.
Though separated by great distance, the might of Upper Exalts was overwhelming. Even from afar, the oppressive force made breathing difficult, as if a mountain were pressing down on their hearts.
"Damn, are they really fighting? Is that the examiner? How strong is he? And that man in black… this pressure is insane!"
"What's going on? Why are they just standing there? Ugh, I feel awful."
