The appearance of Mo Yunhe was like the whisper of the Grim Reaper, instantly freezing the entire forest clearing.
The terrifying pressure of the Middle Nascent Soul Stage, like tangible heavy water, pressed in from all directions; the air became so thick it was almost impossible to breathe, and the light even seemed to dim slightly.
Fang Hao could even feel that the circulation of Spiritual Qi within his body had become sluggish and difficult due to this pressure.
"Middle Nascent Soul Stage... it is indeed far stronger than the Early Nascent Soul Stage."
Fang Hao felt a sense of dread in his heart, but his eyes became increasingly sharp and calm.
He did not panic; instead, he slowly straightened his body and stood tall, like a reef standing firm amidst raging waves.
