Kapitel 808: The Nests [3]: Déjà vu?

Varian watched on as a hundred lightning wyverns, each the size of a mini-plane flapped their wings and rose into the air.

Their red eyes shone with bloodlust as they locked onto the single outsider. Following that, a hundred lightning senses and a hundred lightning auras locked onto Varian.

"Urgh!"

Someone must have tied him up with a tight rope because Varian suddenly had trouble breathing.

In fact, he felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders. And he was certain that a huge hammer was slamming onto his chest, knocking every last breath of air out of his body.

The feeling was more similar to drowning for too long and gasping for that one breath.

"Haa!" Fighting the invisible weight pressing on his chest, Varian gasped for air and life returned to him.

The overwhelming pressure also turned bearable.

But that was the easiest part.

The lightning wyverns surrounded him left, right, forward, behind, up, and down.