"Oh."
Fang Qingyu nodded thoughtfully, seeming to understand something.
Then, he let go of his hand.
The young man was caught off guard, his legs buckled and he fell to the ground with a thud, grimacing in pain.
But he couldn't care about the pain, a surge of ecstasy filled his face instantly.
He had survived!
This fearsome star had spared him!
He began crawling toward the passageway, desperately trying to escape this hellish place.
However, just as his hands and feet touched the cold stone steps...
Buzz!
A surge of spiritual pressure descended with a roar, pressing him firmly in place.
His face was pressed tightly to the ground, unable to move even a finger, his throat seemed clamped by iron, not a whimper could escape, he could only roll his eyes in terror.
Jiang Wei withdrew her gaze expressionlessly.
That terrifying spiritual pressure was like a tangible shackle, tightly binding the young man.
Fang Qingyu seemed to ignore the struggle of the ant beneath his feet.
