Another cold snort rang out, and a secondary wave of pressure crashed down instantly. A grinding, teeth-chattering sound erupted from within Moyang’s body, his bones seeming ready to fracture at any second.
Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his frame shook violently. Even his famously proud physique could no longer withstand the force, and his body was slowly forced to bend downward.
Moyang’s face was deathly pale. He forced his head up to gaze into the void above; though he could see no figures, he could feel several pairs of cold eyes staring right down at him.
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