Chapitre 113: Cleaning 3

Cynthia looked at the strongest of the captain-rank companions around her. Three out of seven were killed, only these four were left. Last time, when she was companions with Garen, she didn't think anything of it. Now that they were opponents standing in front of each other, she felt the suffocating and terrifying pressure.

It was like facing a dozen-storey tall dark blue wave. It was the terrifying pressure of realizing that there was no way to dodge, no escape, and direct confrontation would only result in being devoured and drowned!

The dark blue wave that covered everything in sight was advancing towards her; even her breathing started to quicken, and her body temperature fell.

Clap!

Cynthia fiercely gave herself a slap, and instantly snapped out of the illusion of pressure.

"Am I breaking?" she muttered.