On the battlefield, Jeming was harvesting.
The Great Light Appearance's halo slowly rotated above his head, and the Fire Extinction Divine Light poured down like a torrential rain.
Suddenly, he felt a heaviness descend upon his body.
It didn't feel like an attack or extreme fatigue, but more like an irresistible weight rising from the depths of his soul.
His knees buckled uncontrollably, his spine groaned under the strain, and the halo of the Great Light Appearance trembled violently, the beams beginning to veer off target.
Jeming gritted his teeth, the Body Refining Technique madly operating, trying to resist this sudden pressure.
But his body felt as if it were being crushed by an invisible mountain, every muscle trembling, every breath requiring his utmost effort.
"What is this..."
He laboriously lifted his head.
Jeming felt as if the world around him had changed in an instant.
