บท 1778: This is Just the Beginning

Miao Yang instinctively struggled to get up, but that heavy and terrifying pressure suppressed him tightly, making him unable to move.

Deep despair and fear surged in his heart.

The intense emotions surged in his chest, finally causing his chest to tremble. He then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!

Miao Zhen waved his sleeve, and a purple-gold stream of light set up a barrier in front of him.

Miao Yang's blood splattered on it and quickly burned away.

"Don't dirty my clothes." Miao Zhen's expression was indifferent, and his voice was cold.

Miao Yang felt even more indignant and humiliated. His lips trembled, but he didn't say a word and spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood.

After all this, his face was as pale as a ghost, and he was on the verge of death.