Just after the teleportation ended, Jeming didn't have time to see the surrounding environment before feeling his body sink.
It was a feeling of being oppressed deep from the soul, as if the whole world was collapsing on him.
Jeming's knees involuntarily bent, and he fell uncontrollably downward.
"Stand firm."
Clark's voice echoed in his ear.
A hand was placed on his shoulder, while another force supported his arm from the other side—Viola also lent a hand.
With their help, Jeming steadied himself, breathing heavily.
Just moments ago, he hadn't even had time to react before his mind and body were simultaneously crushed by some unseen force.
If not for his mentor and senior sister nearby, he felt he might have truly been crushed to death.
Jeming stood upright, carefully sensing the surrounding environment, finally understanding what was happening.
It was... pressure.
