While Su Yang was still in shock, Ling Feng God tilted his body slightly forward. He glared at the Illusion, as if waiting for its reaction.
The Illusion was coiled behind the man, yet it made no moves, seeming like a dead thing.
At this moment, the man was bleeding from seven orifices, unable to resist the tremendous pressure. Although the Illusion helped to sustain, the aftermath was still unbearable for him, highlighting the vast disparity between him and Ling Feng God!
"I want to see how long you can hold out!" Ling Feng God sneered, his body gradually leaning forward, increasing the pressure bit by bit.
The man was crushed to the ground, his whole body oozing blood, testament to the sheer intensity of the pressure.
Even so, the Illusion behind him was motionless, as if it was merely a dead object.
