With a flick of his hand, accompanied by a lingering chime, an ancient bell materialized. The sound waves seemed visible to the naked eye, rolling downward from the high vault of the sky in successive rings of energy.
A flicker of emotion crossed Moyang's eyes. The three powerhouses from Chixu Ridge were indeed well-prepared; knowing he was still worlds away from the Creation Realm, they had nevertheless brought a bell powerful enough to suppress a warrior of that tier.
The terrifying pressure descended. Though his physique could endure it, a sense of suffocation gripped him, as if his soul power were about to shatter under the strain.
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