It's working!
Qin Hao was overjoyed. The pressure of heaven and earth was indeed compressing, proving that his approach to cultivation had been right all along. Once compressed, it released an even more terrifying pressure.
Even Qin Hao felt his Martial Soul tremble faintly.
That only delighted him more.
This was merely the pressure of heaven and earth within a one-meter area. If he compressed all the pressure within Sword Heaven and Earth, how powerful would the resulting Soul Suppression be?
At the same time, profound exhaustion washed over him. Weakness rose from the surface of his Martial Soul and the depths of his soul. He wanted desperately to rest again, and even more desperately to give up on the compression.
I can't stop.
If I stop now, the half-compressed pressure of heaven and earth will turn against me.
In my current exhausted state, I'm afraid I won't withstand its increased power.
At best, his Martial Soul would suffer grievous damage. At worst, his soul would be destroyed.
Qin Hao's eyes gradually reddened again. He stared fixedly ahead, devoting every ounce of will to compressing the pressure of heaven and earth.
In return, his Little Sword Martial Soul shook wildly, as though it might give out and collapse at any moment!
Hold on!
Just a little longer!
At least... I have to finish compressing it!
Qin Hao's eyes grew redder and redder. Eventually, his whole body began trembling like chaff in a sieve.
Meanwhile, the pressure of heaven and earth within a meter of him kept compressing... growing smaller and smaller.
The area he was compressing was, in fact, a sphere one meter across. And now...
That sphere of pressure had shrunk to the size of a fist.
In theory, he could compress it further.
It had not reached its