Tan Shuangshuang lay on the stone steps, gasping for breath, her eyes barely open as she looked ahead. The blizzard had turned the snow into a massive vortex, roaring past her with a deafening sound. Close contact with it truly felt terrifying, oppressive—this was the might of heaven and earth.
This place had such thick snow; Tan Shuangshuang truly feared the blizzard would trigger an avalanche, or that the whirlwind might pick her up and fling her somewhere. This was not an Illusion Realm; here, bad luck could indeed be deadly.
The previous gravity suppression had already intensified once. Upon reaching here, Tan Shuangshuang felt the gravity suppression on her body intensifying further. Under such immense gravity suppression, Tan Shuangshuang couldn't stand up.
She could only lie on the steep stone steps, as if oppressed on the ground by a thousand-pound boulder. Her Spiritual Power, under such suppression, operated as slowly and sluggishly as a snail.
