Grand Elder Hazen Zlatan couldn't believe the mountainous pressure cast on his soul, essentially stopping him from moving. Never in his life as a Martial Overlord did he experience soul suppression from two levels higher to suppress him onto the unpleasant chill of the surface.
When he slightly managed to glance back, he saw that the powerhouses carrying the palanquin had already fainted while the Domitian Family completely distanced themselves from them, looking at them with a twisted expression on their faces.
'How can this be...? Wasn't he supposed to be injured from sacrificing soul essence to perform that hellish technique...?'
