With that palm pressing down, a vast fluctuation immediately surged here layer upon layer like the tide, and within the world where Ye Feng resided, there also emerged a powerful force, clashing violently against the rules here.
Under that resistance, the pressure around Ye Feng's body suddenly dropped a little, yet the series of changes arising from him continued unabated, without the slightest pause.
Just when Ye Feng thought he would still die, at the weak point of that Space, two streaks of extremely pure scarlet light suddenly ignored the barrier of distance and Space, and directly shot toward where he was.
Seen from afar, those two arriving scarlet rays seemed to be two Technique-lights, yet if one examined them closely, one would discover that they were not any so‑called Technique-light, but rather two simple, pristine drops of blood.
Those two drops of blood were vivid and lifelike; at a glance, they were like living, walking traces of blood.
