The forest trembled.
A suffocating wave of pressure rolled out from Ye Mo's transformed body, pressing down on everything like a collapsing sky.
And feeling that pressure, Li Feng raised an eyebrow.
"Transformation, huh…?"
Ye Mo chuckled, voice resonating like metal grinding metal.
"Yes, it is my cultivation technique…"
He raised his hand.
Clink…
Clink…
Clink…
Every chain on his body shook, glowing red-hot as if it were burning from the inside.
"Abyssal Chain."
The moment he spoke, a crushing pressure blasted out from Ye Mo.
The air thickened with dark-red, metallic qi, heavy enough to make the ground hum.
Ning Jianli and the other female disciples instantly went pale.
The killing intent pouring out of him wasn't just pressure...it was the kind of aura that made your lungs tighten.
And Ning Jianli felt it the strongest.
It pressed against her chest until breathing became difficult.
And a cold realization crept through her.
'Was he holding back when he fought us…?'
