Lu Feng had not expected the High Priest to begin the moment he said he would. Before Lu Feng could prepare himself, terrifying pressure suddenly descended upon him.
In an instant, it felt as though a mountain had fallen onto his back, crushing him flat against the ground.
"Help... me..." He cried out without regard for his dignity, but under that pressure, he could not even articulate those two words, let alone a complete sentence.
The pressure was indescribably terrifying. Lu Feng could actually feel his body deforming.
His muscles and skin were like dough, slowly flattened beneath a rolling pin. His bones crackled again and again, as though about to shatter.
His internal organs fared even worse, wracked with excruciating pain. Lu Feng even wondered whether everything inside him had already turned into a mass of black paste.
"Help..." He still hoped someone would rescue him, but after forcing out that single word with immense difficulty, he could not utter another syllable.
"Stop shouting. No one will come to save you." The High Priest's voice drifted over, ethereal and impossible to locate.
It was as though countless versions of him were speaking from every direction at once, making it all the more eerie and terrifying.
"Dao patterns are no longer known in this world, and no one can freely unleash the full power of any particular dao pattern anymore. But you are very fortunate. You have a chance to experience the effects of laying a formation with dao patterns."
"This is a Secret Art of our Witch Clan, similar to the formations of the Immortal Race. It can reproduce the gravitational effects of earth dao patterns."
"Body tempering is a process of constantly breaking down and rebuilding, adapting to increasingly hostile environments through destruction and rebirth.
"The physiques of