A Hostile Force

[: 3rd POV :] 

The sect master and the 20 elders, their faces contorted with anger, unleashed a torrent of spiritual pressure, intending to crush Fresia under the weight of their combined auras.

The oppressive force in the room was palpable, and it seemed as though the very air had turned heavy with their disdain.

"How dare you!" the sect master thundered, his voice echoing through the chamber.

However, to their astonishment, Fresia stood unfazed in the midst of their combined onslaught.

Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she absorbed the force of their oppressive auras with apparent ease.

"Hmpf! Only this, and you dare to suffocate me with your auras!?" she retorted, her smirk widening.

In an instant, Fresia unleashed her own spiritual power, a surge of energy that rippled through the room.

The tables turned abruptly as the sect master and the elders felt their own auras being overwhelmed by an unseen force.