Standing in front of the hall, the Horn Lizard King's eyes had turned into deadly narrow slits.
They burned crimson, while his pupils glowed with a yellowish hue. The space around him trembled as though it were being squeezed by a powerful palm.
The pressure continued to rise with every passing second. Below him, the ground had formed jagged cracks as if struck by a powerful hammer.
Dust and tiny pebbles floated into the air before being crushed into powder by the overwhelming pressure.
In reality, all this was caused by the terrifying and suffocating aura of the Horn Lizard King.
His mere presence alone was enough to distort the surrounding atmosphere.
Standing nearly 4.8 meters tall, the Horn Lizard King possessed an immensely muscular body covered in dark bronze scales that seemed harder than forged steel.
His towering figure alone was enough to make ordinary people lose the will to fight.
