The figure stepped towards Li Zheng, and as it approached, a pressure as vast as mountains and seas fell upon Li Zheng's shoulders.
It was as if he was facing not a creature, but a towering mountain, an endless ocean.
And this mountain, this ocean, was drawing closer from the skies, ready to crush everything about him.
Including his spirit!
The closer the figure came, the greater the pressure increased.
When there was only one step left between them, the sweat on Li Zheng's face could almost be described as a torrential downpour.
His clothes were completely soaked, making him look like he'd just been fished out of a pool. The clothes stuck to his skin, making the already humid environment feel even more uncomfortable.
Watching as the towering figure took the final step, the world before Li Zheng's eyes withdrew in an instant, leaving his mind blank, void of thoughts or ideas.
No thoughts, no notions, no feelings.
