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But it was not enough. The pressure on the top made him unable to breathe. Soon, he could only lie on the cold ground, and his cheek was close to the soil. He wanted to let himself sink for a few meters to reduce the pressure on his body.

But the ground became harder and harder, and even revealed a cold blue light, and the pressure on his body became heavier and heavier, which made him feel that his skull was going to be crushed, his ears were buzzing, and blood was flowing from his mouth and nose.

I'm afraid the other side deliberately controlled the strength, and the prestige gradually increased until they pressed him to the ground, crushed him into a pile of meat and bone, and never stood up again.

And death is so close in front of his eyes step by step. This huge pressure makes him cry. Like a stream, tears slide down from the corner of his eyes and fall on the cold ground, turning into crystal clear ice beads.

The pressure on his head is so great that he can't even cry smoothly. He can only make a few unknown single tones intermittently.

The cry was just behind his back, which made the other Yaoguang disciples feel the deep fear of each other. The cold sweat was even more full of his back and wet their inner clothes.

What is the bonus of heaven and earth aura to the array, and what is the spiritual power of five or six people? If it's normal, it's the key to winning. But it's not normal today.

Under the absolute strength, the strong don't care about the strength bonus.

He just needs to gently raise his arm and stretch out his hand like an ant overlooking the tree. He doesn't need to spend too much effort. He just needs to rub his fingertips together and their lives will fall apart and become nothingness.

"People who think highly of themselves never know where they are wrong, right?" The young man in white finally opened his mouth. With the sound of his fingertips, the pressure suddenly disappeared and let these people live.

But his eyebrows and eyes were still provoked, and there was a strong evil spirit in the flow of his eyes. It seemed that he might try again at any time, crushing these people to pieces.

However, although he regained his authority, the bloody Yaoguang disciple could not stand up any more. He could only pull other people's clothes back and spit out a single tone. He wanted them to save his life.

Lin Hao listened to the sad and pitiful tone, but his lips suddenly raised a smile, his eyes half narrowed, and he looked at the Yao Guang disciples with a smile.

Being watched like this, they didn't dare to do anything to their seriously injured teammates. They all lowered their heads, and their cold sweats fell wave after wave.

It is estimated that the seriously injured disciple was injured by his internal organs. At the moment, the internal bleeding is estimated to be severe, but he will not die for a while and a half. His eyes are full of despair. He is pulling the lapels of those people and yearning for their help.

Let him once despair is, no one dares to look back at him, even a glance, are deeply hanging his head, respectfully kneeling in front of his enemies.

Looking at the back of those people, the seriously injured disciple's heart was completely cold, and his fingers had no strength. He slowly loosened their lapels - but at this juncture, suddenly a man turned his head and grasped the seriously injured disciple's arm. Although his nervous eyes moved around, he still shook each other's wrist.