The sudden gravitational pressure was many times stronger than the field previously imposed by Master Zheng.
Even powerful martial artists like Yang Zhilu and Fei Xiao could only lie prone on the ground, unable to move under the terrifying gravity.
However, neither Yang Zhilu nor Fei Xiao were in despair, because both knew that Xia Chan still had a trump card up her sleeve.
She was an Envoy of the Holy Boi Religion, and more importantly, its young miss. How could the Holy Boi Religion Ancestor not grant her some means of self-preservation for a dangerous mission?
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Lying on the ground, Xia Chan struggled to raise her head. She looked at Luo Xiu, who was pinned down nearby, and spoke. "Dr. Chen... I trust I don't need to elaborate on how terrifying our impending visitor is."
"You have only one chance right now. Hand the Jade Disk over to me, and I can save your life."
Luo Xiu smiled indifferently. "You can't even save yourself. Who do you think you can save?"
