Threshold Too High

At full capacity, three hours was already his current limit.

"How long?"

"More than three hours?!"

As she withdrew her aura, the purple gauze dress on Wen Ke'er was slightly damp, fine beads of sweat lining her forehead. With her exaggerated movements, they fell over the mountains and misty peaks.

"Idiot woman." Fei Mi glanced at the slightly flustered Wen Ke'er and spoke irritably.

"With that kind of suppressive force, let alone three hours."

"Even three minutes would be devastating."

Fei Mi's gaze was steady, but the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously.

She had originally thought it was merely something similar to those Ability Fruits, perhaps useful to Shen Yi. But this terrifying effect, akin to a complete rebirth, had far exceeded her expectations.

Now, she was extremely interested in the Twilight Abyss from her memories.

"I think it suppresses about eighty percent of your strength." Shimada Yukimi smiled as she looked at Wen Ke'er, whose expression kept changing in the distance.

"More or less."

After a pause.

Wen Ke'er's face became grave.

The sensation of being caught in the domain, as though she had sunk into a mire, made her deeply uncomfortable. Even now, her sense of control over her power had not returned to normal. Whenever she drew upon it, there was still a faint sense of resistance.

"That's terrifying!"

"This domain almost suppressed me back to my previous soul state—perhaps even worse." Wen Ke'er shook herself, her eyes full of stunned disbelief.

It was not that she could not accept the existence of such a domain, nor that she could not accept Shen Yi possessing such power.

It was simply that the consumption of this power was a little too outrageous...

"Does it only consume stamina?"

Still unconvinced, Wen Ke'er turned her dark green eyes