At such a distance, their feelings were already this intense; one could only imagine what Zhang Fan, who stood just ten steps away, was experiencing.
If not for his High Skill, his Primordial Spirit would likely have shattered in that instant just now.
"I'll give you one last chance," Meng Qinghuan spoke mercifully.
"So this is a Mahasattva?"
Just then, Zhang Fan's voice echoed eerily in the dark alley.
Under such pressure, he could still speak.
With her eyelids slightly raised, Meng Qinghuan revealed a look of surprise as well.
"Indeed, it's enough to make one's heart yearn for the divine," Zhang Fan sighed.
Rumble…
As his words fell, his Primordial Spirit suddenly left his body, tearing through the crushing waves of pressure layer by layer; an immense and mysterious aura instantly spread out.
"This… how is this possible?"
"His Primordial Spirit is actually ignoring Meng Qinghuan's oppression!?"
