章 901: The 9th Division's Test, Playing The Odds

Izroth carefully controlled his Soul Pressure as he casually walked up near the head of the group.

The next moment, he unsheathed his Sword of The Storm and, with a single stroke, carved a sword mark several meters in length at his feet.

He repeated this process three times until there were a total of four sword marks on the ground—each approximately five meters apart.

When Izroth finished making the last sword mark, he returned to standing in front of Niflheim and Menerva.

"I will give everyone here an opportunity to prove themselves, but first..." Izroth said as he released his Soul Pressure over the crowd.

The moment Izroth released his Soul Pressure, the majority of those present gasped for air as they struggled to catch their breath.

It was the first time many of them had experienced such terrifying pressure. Not to mention, there was no forewarning whatsoever.

Needless to say, they were completely unprepared.