Buzz——
Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure descended, and Tangyu immediately felt his body thump, as if he were suddenly crushed by a great mountain, nearly causing him to kneel on the ground.
Tangyu and Xing Tian were somewhat okay; they just shifted their bodies and managed to stand. However, Wang Qiutian and the others were all pressed to the ground by this vast pressure.
Tangyu's brow furrowed intensely: "What's going on? Such terrifying pressure, how can this be?"
Tangyu's gaze swept forward, and soon a figure appeared in his sight. About three thousand feet away, a figure sat cross-legged on a rock. Judging by the appearance, it looked to be in its thirties. Clad in white, it sat there quietly, eyes closed, utterly still.
Xing Tian and the others also looked over, and quickly saw the figure; everyone immediately realized that this terrifying pressure emanated from it.
