Mo Qi didn't know how to describe his current situation and feelings.
It was as if countless giant elephants with hides of bronze and bones of iron were crushing him between them. Every corner of his body, every inch of his skin, was enduring immense pressure.
And this pressure wasn't just external; what was even more unbearable was the pressure inside his body.
Intertwined forces viciously kneaded his internal organs.
The Dragon Might was like a giant hammer striking iron, relentlessly pounding on every one of his bones.
At one moment, Mo Qi felt like he was about to be crushed flat; the next, he felt like he was about to be torn to pieces.
If it were just pain, he could have endured it. The real issue was the gut-wrenching agony that left him unable to breathe.
Gazing at the Dragon Vein Imperial Bell a hundred zhang away, Mo Qi gritted his teeth. He pushed against the pressure, which felt like mountains and seas crashing down on him, and shakily got to his feet.
