"Oh no, someone is coming!" The Mysterious Envoy's voice had barely faded when a suffocating pressure bore down on us like a mountain. I suddenly found it difficult to breathe, and even the spiritual energy sustaining the formation became sluggish. Meng Li was no better off; her face was pale, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she struggled to hold on.
"Don't panic, concentrate!" The Mysterious Envoy shouted sharply, his hands changing seals as a golden barrier enveloped us. "I'll hold them off, you two hurry!"
I clenched my teeth, enduring the despair-inducing pressure as I desperately channeled every ounce of spiritual energy within me. The light of the formation flickered on and off, like a candle in the wind, threatening to go out at any moment.
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