Chapitre 401: Dire Strait

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The pressure that assaulted Blake's face was immense. Everyone felt this pressure but...

It was only for a moment and it suddenly vanished.

Huh... That was odd.

This pressure was far more suffocating than when Blake had stepped unto the «Lords» league. He had almost surrendered, but then... the pressure had only been brief.

Everyone could now heave a sigh of relief. What exactly would have happened if this pressure had lasted one minute? Their limit of endurance would have crumbled and that would send them straight down to the «Intermediate» league proving that they weren't capable for the senior domain.

At least, Azulu's vision was true.

They got into a slot for seniors... They would have shared same class with Supreme Druids but, showing respect to those middle aged men, they were dropped down into Omni-god.