As they spoke, Fang Xingjian pressed down with his palm. The weather in the entire Divine Capital suddenly changed as a world-penetrating pressure descended from the sky.
Thud thud thud sounds kept on ringing out. As this majestic pressure came pressing down from the sky, all of the Imperial Guards in the Divine Capital felt like they were being pressed by an invisible force, and they were forced to drop down to their knees.
Such a situation was right in front of the Grand Preceptor Manor, and it was especially severe. Almost everyone was pressed down to the ground like flies that had been hit by a flyswatter, unable to move an inch.
Only Cao Yuan, He Wanzhou, and the black-robed young man were half-knelt. Forcibly resisting the pressure that was coming down from the sky, they did not lie down on their stomachs completely.
