"Master, help me!" The fearsome pressure came pressing at them from all directions. Madman Xue felt as if he were a bean that had turned soft from soaking in water, and was placed inside a millstone. He felt he was about to be crushed to shreds by the heavy and tough millstone. His bones produced cracking noises, while his skin broke with many bloody wounds. Blood rushed out from his ripped muscles and blood vessels. In just a blink of an eye, he was bathed in blood.
Lao Ai, who was thrown into an utter confusion by the sudden pressure, reached out and grabbed Madman Xue's arm with a snort. A ball of pinkish mist burst out from his body, tightly wrapping around him and Madman Xue. Then, an affectionate, sweet moan rang out, as nine pearls glinting with pinkish gleam shot out from the top of his head. They shone with a blinding light that protected Lao Ai and the few disciples who managed to survive the pressure.
