Holding the old tattered paper, a tower pressure washed over Arthur and sent him flying back for a few hundred meters before he crushed down creating dust and a large crater. It felt suffocating as a force kept pressing on his body, he was barely able to stand up when the pressure multiplied and an even greater force struck him again, however, he was prepared for this blow and knew that teleporting away isn't enough to dodge the force of this mysterious paper that old Tian had just taken out.
Arthur didn't hesitate as he summoned his book of the damned to block the incoming blow. It wasn't accurate to describe it as a blow, it was just pure pressure containing an ancient aura capable of invoking heaven's jealousy.
The book opened instantly and a rotten hand came out of it, the rotten hand was clenched into a fist and small dark threads made out of condensed death energy twirled around the rotten fist and met the pressure.