Criss-crossing cracks appeared on the ceiling and the stone steps on the ground.
It was as if everyone's bodies were being crushed by Mount Tai, so heavy that they could not breathe.
The shadow of death loomed over everyone's head, causing the spiritual energy in their bodies to start churning and even begin to rush against their veins.
"Third uncle ..."
At this moment, eleventh uncle could not be bothered to be impudent in front of his elders. He had already used his own strength to resist the pressure. At the same time, he shouted at Shi qiuwu, "
"Please calm your anger."
"Oh,"
Shi qiuwu laughed. As soon as his laughter stopped, the spiritual pressure in the secret Pavilion was immediately released.
The people who were on the verge of death instantly felt relieved. The feeling of being unable to escape after being punished instantly disappeared, but they still had a lingering fear.
The gloomy man, who was initially dissatisfied, felt it the most.
