Pressure!
At the moment Wang Chao closed in, Sheng Minghui felt an unprecedented pressure.
It felt as if two majestic mountains, Taihang and Wangwu, were pressing down on his shoulders, causing his body to shrink and his spine to nearly shatter.
Every hair on his body stood on end, sending shivers down his spine.
In this moment, he felt as if he were facing a lofty deity, the terrifying and oppressive force making his heart tremble, his skin crawl, and his heart feel as if it had been pierced through, causing unbearable pain.
And this was only from Wang Chao's aura; he hadn't even made a move yet.
"Retreat!"
Sheng Minghui was filled with terror, and his body reacted immediately. He swiftly moved backward, trying to create distance between himself and Wang Chao.
