"Buzz..."
Dongchuan had just opened his mouth and hadn't had time to say anything.
Suddenly, the void around him began to warp uncontrollably.
An immense and overwhelming force emerged, as if the space was being compressed to the point of collapse.
Mo Wangchen reached out his hand into the air.
In an instant, Dongchuan felt as if he was being gripped by an invisible giant hand, immobilized in place.
No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.
"You..."
His face changed drastically, turning pallid as snow, and he looked toward Mo Wangchen with eyes full of terror.
At this moment, from the person in front of him, he truly felt a suffocatingly terrifying aura.
Mo Wangchen's hand, which stretched into the air, seemed as if with just a slight exertion, Dongchuan would be crushed to pieces, both body and soul obliterated.
For the first time, he felt so close to death, a sense of helplessness arising from the depths of his heart.
"How is this possible?"
