An overwhelming pressure descended on everyone's shoulders.
Lin Zhen and his two companions had no power to resist. Their eyes rolled back, and they passed out.
Inside the pavilion, Li Cheng lay pinned to the ground, unable to rise.
Yang Ling knelt on one knee, as though he bore a mountain on his shoulders.
This was the first time he had felt the invisible pressure a Fourth-Rank Grandmaster gave off when truly intent on killing.
This pressure had already taken the form of a "force."
Could this be a way of using Mental Power? A Martial Skill related to Mental Power?
A flash of inspiration crossed Yang Ling's mind.
He did not believe a Fourth-Rank Grandmaster could cause such a disturbance with mere so-called pressure from the strong.
The invisible pressure grew stronger and stronger. Yang Ling circulated his Three Internal Skills in unison, his Qi and Blood surging.
His flesh, sinews, and bones desperately unleashed tremendous strength as he tried to stand.
Creak, creak... The joints of the Sky Wolf Battle Armor had begun to make noises.
So powerful...
Yang Ling's face was deathly pale. He had mustered every ounce of strength, yet he still could not stand under this invisible pressure.
Ji Tianming walked slowly into the Stone Pavilion, coldly glanced at Li Cheng on the ground, then looked at Yang Ling with the hint of a smile.
"Yang Ling? Interesting. I have a younger brother named Yang Ling too. Unfortunately... he probably didn't make it off Fire Flood Dragon Island alive."
As he spoke, he continued releasing that powerful pressure.
The terrifying pressure had already seeped through the Sky Wolf Battle Armor, crushing Yang Ling from every direction.
Yang Ling wanted to call out to his sworn brother, but he could not even open his mouth. Blood