This threat struck straight at the heart, exploding within Fan Lang's sea of consciousness and shaking countless Thought Stars.
Pressure was often tied to strength. The greater the pressure, the greater the strength—though there were naturally some exceptions.
The pressure Fan Lang felt now was truly terrifying. It made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice pit, chilling him to the bone, as though death itself were approaching and one foot had already stepped through the Gates of Hell.
He frowned slightly but remained unmoved, continuing deeper. He knew the details of this Nameless Star, so he had nothing to fear. With his current strength, he could handle the threats below.
His speed was astonishing. In an instant, he descended another hundred miles, drawing closer to the planet's core.
The underground world was a world unto itself. Below lay layers upon layers of rock, each with different colors, hardness, and even temperatures.
Not long after entering the depths, the temperature grew colder and colder. Yet after reaching a certain depth, it began to rise instead, becoming increasingly scorching.
Fan Lang could even subdue Dragon Blaze Doomsday. Such heat could not trouble him; even molten lava poured over his body would not harm him in the slightest.
Seeing that he ignored the warning and continued descending, the powerful being let out an enraged roar.
"Insignificant Mystic God, not even worthy of being called a Lower God! Take another step forward, and I will kill you!"
The powerful being warned him again, unleashing even more terrifying pressure, vast as prison walls and boundless as the sea, shaking the heart.
This pressure had already become tangible, causing actual damage as the earth's crust shifted and the ground trembled. The formation around Fan Lang shook violently, its structure becoming unstable, and