"Mara!!!"
Although Xu Yang had already felt an ominous premonition, hearing this revered name still sent shivers down his spine, as if a great terror had descended upon him, leaving him terrified and his soul shattered, powerless, like a fish on a chopping block.
This was unrelated to one's will or determination. It was sheer suppression due to the disparities in power and standing. Even the most resilient ant would tremble before the Immortal Gods and bow down in fear.
Strength, position, the vast differences in the levels of life—these were not things that will or determination could overcome.
That being, the one in existence, was too powerful, so much so that words could not describe his might.