บท 217: Chapter 217: The Macabre Harvest

"It should have been me who said that," Jin retorted, his voice dripping with coldness. But as he took a step forward, a powerful force crashed into him, forcing him to halt and half-kneel on the floor.

In an instant, his entire being underwent a drastic transformation. The weight of the world seemed to descend upon him, as if he were plummeting from a great height or standing against an unyielding tempest.

CRACK!

Even the pristine white marble beneath his feet crumbled under the immense pressure. Blood surged through his veins, swirling like a turbulent tide, threatening to burst forth from his nose and ears.

The air surrounding him grew dense and suffocating, making every breath a struggle. The weight bearing down on him distorted his vision, casting a hazy veil over his surroundings.