The huge wind pressure was stronger than the currents emitted by a jet engine. It had reached a level that could be seen by the naked eye.
Even the people around the arena, as well as those who were seated at the very front of the spectators stand, could feel the intense power, let alone Huang Peng.
The air currents smashed into their faces, pressurizing them to close their eyes, unable to keep them open. Their clothes made flapping sounds, and many people fell backward due to the wind pressure.
Were they going to die?
It was still manageable for the cultivators, but the ordinary spectators wore horrific expressions. The wind pressure was too great and they were unable to breathe.
The countenances of the ancestors on the judges' stand changed drastically.
What... What did she summon out?
Even without any communication, everyone got prepared to go into battle.
