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An oppressive and terrifying aura filled every corner of the Grand Hall.
It wrapped tightly around every member of the Resistance present, as if they were plunged into an ice cave, their bodies shivering uncontrollably.
Is this the would-be terrible strength of a Universe Level Powerhouse...
Those behind Tu'er, even though they weren't the primary targets of the Spiritual Martial King.
But due to their insufficient strength, they appeared even more wretched compared to Tu'er.
At that moment, they felt as if they were on the raging sea, at risk of being swallowed by the waves at any moment.
"Spiritual Martial King, please wait."
Not until Tu'er extended her palm, tremblingly, to show the telecommunication device to the Spiritual Martial King.
"Whew—"
The pressure that bound everyone suddenly dissipated.
Tu'er's figure collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
Seeing this,
The Spiritual Martial King let out a light snort.
Without any discernible movement from him,
