The arrival of this pressure was like a mountain spanning the world, hovering directly over Ye Feng's body.
Under this pressure, with a tremble of his body, Ye Feng spat out several mouthfuls of blood. The immense pressure crushed his flesh into an unrecognizable form.
Ye Feng's face turned deathly pale, and while his heart was filled with fear, he also felt a sense of relief. Fortunately, he had left the Divine Country early.
Otherwise, under such pressure, the newly evolved Divine Country might have shattered directly.
If the Divine Country were to shatter like this, Ye Feng would find it hard to accept such a reality, but fortunately, it didn't happen.
At this moment, Ye Feng profoundly felt the formidable Curse Power, and as he gazed at the pressure radiated by the Curse Power surrounding him, his mind trembled incessantly.
Amidst this endless pressure, Ye Feng tried his best to completely ignore these pressures, treating the surging black waves around him as if unseen.
