Jiang Ye and Ye Shuli walked hand in hand, stepping resolutely into the depths of the passage. The oppressive force grew stronger and stronger, continuously surging against them like a violent tide. The air around them seemed to freeze, and right at that moment, gravel began to rain down from the stone walls of the passage as cyan Spiritual Energy transformed into swirling frost flowers. Influenced by the pressure, Ye Shuli's emotions began to fluctuate.
Gravel rained down from the stone walls of the passage as the cyan Spiritual Energy condensed into solid frost flowers swirling in the air.
Ye Shuli's right fingernails dug deep into her palms. The blood-tainted pressure reminded her of the thousand-year-old python she had encountered in the Ten Thousand Snake Cave three months ago—an oppressiveness that was equally suffocating, yet a hundred times more ferocious than back then.
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