Mad Blade looked at Yang Fei, noticing something was off, and quickly supported his arm.
"What's wrong, Chief Instructor?"
Yang Fei gritted his teeth hard, and a sentence slipped out through the gaps.
"Everyone, be careful, there's something off about this place."
As he said this, Yang Fei felt an overwhelming oppression, like a monstrous wave crashing down on him.
A tremendous fear struck his heart.
His knees went weak, feeling as if he didn't kneel, he would face eternal doom.
In this moment, Yang Fei's natural pride and a certain roguish spirit deep inside him were triggered.
"If death is it, then so be it, but don't even think about making me kneel."
Yang Fei let out a wild roar, withdrew the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army, with a clang, and stabbed it into the ground.
He used this sword as a pillar to support himself.
Strangely, only Yang Fei felt such a crisis, while Mad Blade and the others felt nothing unusual.
