"Hm?!"
On the high platform,
Wu Zhen, who had been uninterested in this final battle, even yawning a little, suddenly tensed up. His gaze sharpened instantly!
A look of visible astonishment also appeared on Master Wandering Dragon's face.
'That's... Presence!'
The so-called "Presence" might sound mysterious, but it's not difficult to understand at all.
It's like standing before a mountain flash flood, looking up as the murky water carries enormous boulders, rolling forward and instilling a sense of being utterly powerless to resist.
That is the Presence of a flash flood!
Or like standing before a magnificent, treacherous mountain, feeling the vast landscape blotting out the sky, pressing down as if to crush you, leaving you breathless. It's an oppression that makes you feel as small as an ant, not daring to even think of resisting.
That is the Presence of the mountains and rivers!
Or like being on the great sea, facing one surging wave after another.
