4817: C4817 What Was the Use of That(part I)

C4817 What Was the Use of That(part I)

But that's not enough. The pressure on the roof is so heavy that he can't even breathe. Very quickly, he could only lie on the cold ground, his face tightly pressed against the soil. He wished that he could sink a few meters into the ground to lighten the pressure on his body.1

However, the ground was getting harder and harder, and it even gave off a cold green light. The pressure on his body was also getting heavier and heavier. It made him feel as if his skull was about to be crushed. His ears were buzzing, and blood was flowing out of his mouth and nose.

The other party had probably deliberately controlled the strength of the pressure. The pressure gradually increased until it pressed him to the ground, crushing him into a pile of minced meat and bones. It was impossible for him to stand up again.

And death was approaching him step by step. This kind of enormous pressure... It made him unable to hold back his tears. Tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes like a small stream. It fell. At... It fell! The cold ground turned into crystal clear ice beads.

The pressure on the top of his head was so great that he could not even cry smoothly. He could only intermittently make a few unintelligible words.

The crying was right behind his back. It made the other Yaoguang disciples feel the deep fear. Cold sweat had covered their backs and soaked their clothes.

The enhancement of the Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth on the Formation, the Spiritual Energy quantity of five to six people, these were the key to winning normally. However, today was not an ordinary day.

Under the suppression of absolute strength, the strong didn't care about that bit of strength anymore.

He only needed to gently raise his arm, and stretch out his hand like an ant looking down at a tree. He didn't even need to spend too much strength, just a finger tip. With a splash, their lives would immediately fall apart. They would turn into nothingness.

"People who think highly of themselves will never know what is wrong with them, right?" White-clothed Youth finally opened his mouth and snapped his fingers. The pressure suddenly disappeared, giving them a chance to live.

However, his eyebrows were still raised. There was a strong murderous aura in his eyes as he looked around. It seemed that he could attack again at any time and crush these people into pieces.

Although he took back the pressure, the disciple with blood flowing out of his mouth and nose could not stand up anymore. He could only pull on the clothes of the others and wave them behind his back. He struggled to speak with a single voice, wanting them to save his life.

When Lin Hao heard the miserable single word, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips. His eyes narrowed and he looked at the Yaoguang disciples with a smile that was not a smile.

Under his gaze, how could they dare to do anything to their seriously injured teammates behind them? All of them lowered their heads, cold sweat dripping down their bodies.

The seriously injured disciple's internal organs were probably injured. At this moment, there was probably serious internal bleeding. However, he wouldn't die for a while, and his eyes were filled with despair. He tugged at the clothes of those people, begging for their help.

What made him despair was that no one dared to look back at him even once. They all lowered their heads deeply and respectfully knelt in front of their enemies.

Looking at the backs of those people, the heavily injured disciple's heart completely chilled. His fingers lost all strength and he slowly let go of their clothes. However, at this juncture... Suddenly, someone turned around and grabbed the arm of the heavily injured disciple. Although his nervous gaze shifted in all directions, he still trembled as he tightly gripped the disciple's wrist.

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