Moreover, the pressure everyone had felt before had merely been invisible. But now, the pressure around Meng Zhao's body had condensed into tangible substance. It was truly difficult to imagine just how terrifying the force contained within it was.
For Innate Martial Artists like them, if they were subjected to pressure so terrifying that it could turn the intangible into the tangible, let alone take a single step—even lasting one breath's time would count as proof of profound martial skill and deep foundations.
After all, that pressure was all-encompassing, without a single blind spot, reaching from within to without, from flesh to spirit.
Even if one's mental will was as strong as steel, the physical body could still be directly crushed and torn apart by that pressure. That was true bodily death, something that could never be defied through sheer willpower alone.
Yet Meng Zhao appeared utterly calm and at ease. Though violent winds and torrential rain raged around him, and pressure blanketed the heavens and earth, clinging to him like a shadow, it was still unable to shake his godlike body in the slightest.
The others could not help but feel that Meng Zhao was a reef, while the countless pressures were ocean waves. No matter how turbulent and surging the waves became, they could never do anything to the reef standing tall amid the sea.
Among them all, however, the one who felt this most deeply was Mu Yi, standing at Meng Zhao's side.
Without experiencing that pressure at close range, one could not grasp its true terror. Mu Yi happened to be able to feel it, so he understood even more clearly that, in terms of pure strength alone, even with the empowerment of the dragon vein pouring into him, he could never be as composed as