Ye Mo, Feng Chu, and Bai Xueqin all felt the immense pressure. They were directly forced down to the ground, crashing into a giant pit.
However, the powerful oppression continued to transmit, and it was not the oppression of power, but space pressure.
Ye Mo's proud figure remained straight as a spear, the Demon Dragon Power roared continuously, resisting this overwhelming pressure, but his bones still crackled. Without the Rising Dragon Pillar, his fate would be the same as those sect leaders, prostrate on the ground.
As for Feng Chu, bearing the body of a Divine Demon, he also belonged to the heavens descending, unleashing the Divine Demon Force to withstand this strain rigidly.
Moreover, while resisting this pressure, he noticed that the woman by his side even used part of her power to protect him.
This stirred a faint feeling in his otherwise indifferent heart.
He grasped Bai Xueqin's shoulder, the two almost becoming one, jointly resisting this terrifying pressure.
