Screech!0

The far-off cry of a fierce bird of prey resounded directly in Cassius's mind, as though it had traveled across great distances to reach him.0

As he scrutinized Feng Liusi, he felt his whole body stiffen in the next second. In his vision, Feng Liusi, who had assumed a strange battle stance, had steam coming out from his back and arms. A pale red aura swirled upward, forming a vortex.0

The threatening aura coalesced into a massive crimson vulture with a sharp beak and menacing talons. The air around its wings seemed to ripple, shifting like fire or undulating waves.0

A suffocating pressure surged outward, engulfing Cassius in a circle several meters in wide with Feng Liusi at its center.0

Visible to the naked eye, the circle shifted and shimmered like heatwaves or water ripples under sunlight. Dust and debris went flying away by an invisible force, and even small stones started to roll outward as if fleeing.0

This was the aura of a combat artist!0

For the first time, Cassius felt the full force of a combat artist's aura concentrated solely on him. He immediately noticed the difference between this combat aura and the life suppression of high-ranking Blood Race members. The air around him had become unnaturally thick, like glue, as if a vacuum had sucked away all the oxygen.0

Sharp killing intent pressed in from every direction—front, back, left,...0