"ROAR—!!!"
The sound didn't explode in his ears.
It detonated deep within his very soul.
Contained within the sound was a pressure and terror—primal, violent, striking at the very core of his life instincts.
It was as if a towering prehistoric behemoth was opening its gaping, blood-red maw, unleashing an apocalyptic roar at his tiny soul.
On a spiritual level, it awakened the deepest tremor buried in his genes—a response to absolute power, to an unknown natural predator, to destruction itself.
Merely an echo of this sound was enough to send a chill shooting up Gu Ming's spine, spreading through his entire body in an instant. It triggered a subtle, physical tremor, as if every one of his cells was screaming a primal warning.
This was definitely not the roar of a Six or Seven-star Fierce Beast.
The spiritual pressure it contained was like a "nemesis" designed specifically to shatter the human mind.
