Three disciples of the Yuanliu Sect lay prostrate on the ground, cold sweat beading on their foreheads as an overwhelming pressure bore down on their backs like a massive mountain, rendering them completely unable to move.
That calm yet icy gaze felt almost tangible, like a heavy hammer striking powerfully into the minds of the three men.
Their spiritual wills were instantly torn aspherical, and a fierce, searing pain surged through their heads.
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