With that, he withdrew the Creature Pressure weighing down on Zhang Fei and departed, thoroughly satisfied.
Zhang Fei, freed once more, didn't immediately spring up. Instead, he remained sprawled on the ground, gasping for great lungfuls of air, slowly trying to steady his breathing. Being suppressed twice in quick succession like that had nearly crushed his body; anyone would find such pressure unbearable. After recovering for a moment, Zhang Fei sat up. Amidst the disdainful gazes from all around, he let out a few choked sounds, half-laugh, half-sob. Then he stood up, walked silently to a corner, crouched down, and fell silent.
