Ye Qing's body was already very weak, and upon reaching this place, the surrounding pressure was so intense that he could barely stand. Coupled with the intense pain in his stomach, as if something were gnawing at his insides, Ye Qing couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up at all.
The powerful pressure made it seem like even moving a finger was a difficult task for Ye Qing.
The Little White Fox suddenly dashed in front of Ye Qing, circled around him, and sniffed at him. Then, just like it had dragged Huangfu Ziyu earlier, it stretched out its two front paws, grabbed Ye Qing's leg, and started dragging him forward.
"What's going on..." Ye Qing said weakly. At this point, he was completely out of strength, unable to struggle or resist at all, and could only let the Little White Fox drag him forward.
