The overwhelming aura grew more intense!
As minute changes appeared on the monumental statue's expression, the aura emanating from it did not dissipate but instead grew fiercer.
Already kneeling on the ground, Shui Menghan, Jiang Motian, and the man in green no longer felt much pressure, as they had succumbed to this overwhelming aura, having no thoughts of defiance against it in their hearts.
Using the Black Xuan Sword planted in the ground, Ye Chenfeng, still stubbornly supporting himself, was pressed down by the thick aura from the statue. His calves sank into the ground, and as he tightly gripped the hilt of the Black Xuan Sword, warm blood started to flow from his palms due to the excessive force.
Ye Chenfeng was inherently a stubborn person. Without knowing why, the more that aura exerted pressure, the more his instincts provoked a resistance; he simply did not want to kneel to the ground in submission.
"Ah!"
