The faces of both men were pale, cold sweat beading continuously on their foreheads. The Short Monk, in particular, could no longer even manage to hover in mid-air; the moment the Human Realm Guardian Army appeared, his entire body was slammed flat against the muddy ground by the overwhelming pressure radiating from them, looking utterly wretched.
Xiaoyaofo’s strength was not bad, and he managed to withstand the incoming pressure.
Yet he could barely hold his ground, finding it difficult even to take a single step.
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