2028. Final weapon
Noah couldn't describe the pressure that he felt. His companions pressed on his mind, but that center of power could take their weight. However, the rest of his existence suffered. His dantian shrunk and his body felt sluggish as he endured the innate force radiated by six beings in the ninth rank.
Night, Duanlong, Shafu, and Snore could somewhat control the pressure that their existence sent toward Noah, but the Cursed Sword and the parasite couldn't do anything about that. The blade's bloodlust and the plant's constant absorption worsened his condition and forced his law to shrink back when those features fused with what the rest of his companions released.
"Can you even move in that condition?" Axia asked in a mocking tone that didn't hide the slight worry that had started to spread in her mind.