The moment he entered the second stage of the first level of the heaven-reaching trial, Whittaker felt like someone had placed a mountain on his back. Instantly, he had felt an even higher level of mana pressure that pressurized him so much that cracks form on the ground below.
His bones started to shake, involuntary creating a rhythmic sound as his muscles contracted. The hand that held the sword flung down fast, Blood Drinker crashed on the ground roughly while the Frost Spellbook that was hovering above his head dropped on top of his head, adoring his snowy-haired head with a book-shaped cap. Tremors and trembling occurred throughout his body. Starting from the face, eyes, teeth, vocal cords then occurring in the torso, hands, and legs.
In his vision, the world was undergoing an earthquake, quaking five times in a second.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
