Little Drilling Wind and Fable quickly retreated, wanting to create distance, however, after taking two steps, they both felt like their bodies had become several times heavier than before, to the point where they couldn't even lift their feet.
"Wh… what's the matter?" Fable felt like there was a weight on his chest, "Could this be the side effects of your skill?" His eyes looked at Little Drilling Wind, expecting an affirmative answer.
"No!" Just as Little Drilling Wind finished speaking, his knees directly hit the ground.
"You—" Upon seeing this, Fable was about to ask, but he too kneeled on the ground.
"It's Huang Dao." Little Drilling Wind supported himself on the ground with both hands and quickly shouted, "Hurry, let's get out of here." He was referring to Fable's skill.
