Star of Northern Dipper felt a pressure pressing against him, so great that it was as if the sky had fallen upon him. Everything around him seemed to have contracted and bent into a cage-like structure, trapping him. He felt like he couldn't escape. It was as if he was an insignificant cricket or ant ensnared in someone's palm. He had no doubt that if he forcibly tried to hold his own, his sword or even hand would be instantly crushed into pieces. Then the pressure would hit him in the forehead and crush his skull, causing his Vital Spirit to dissipate.
"Primogenitor Guangcheng?"
He could only think of him at this moment.
