Dyon's rage tore into the skies as Chenglei's mighty dragon's breath bathed the Sprite Capital in flames of black.
A soul pressure the likes of which these Fallen and Dao experts had never seen before crushed their hearts, infiltrating their bones and savagely tearing apart their confidence.
Since when could the soul path display such strength? Since when could it apply such pressure?
These Fallen here had obviously all had the opportunity to mingle with their respective Supreme Leaders and even the Supreme Leaders of the other factions as well. After all, even if one is a Higher Existence, it isn't as though one would avoid human contact entirely. Even if they wouldn't spend time lounging with celestials, Fallen were definitely qualified to stand by their side to a certain extent.
Yet, even with this being the case, these 13 Fallen had never in their lives faced such overwhelming pressure before!
