"Whoosh~" Shen Zhui held a purple dragon flag in his hands, struggling ceaselessly. A beam of light shot out from it, pressuring Shen Zhui's Spiritual Sense instantly.
"The sixtieth purple dragon flag is so heavy!" Shen Zhui felt as if he was sinking. Holding the first flag, it was only a normal weight, light as a feather.
But gradually, holding up to thirty flags became unbearably heavy, as if a mountain was pressing down on his heart. The flags themselves weren't heavy, but the pressure they lumped on Shen Zhui made them somewhat difficult to pick up, a pressure that came from one's spiritual sense.
"I'm glad I didn't keep waiting. I don't know what material this purple dragon flag is made of. Even after I cast Thunderbolt Ropes, it still gave little effect to its flight path. No matter if I use the Thunderbolt Catch technique or use my body to snatch the flag, the pressure felt is just as strong," said Shen Zhui, returning the sixtieth purple dragon flag to the stage.