King Bathed in Holy Light

The strange white light descended from the sky seemingly without going through any process. It landed on Zhou Wen without any space to dodge. Ignoring Zhou Wen's present speed, even if his speed was a hundred times faster, it would be difficult for him to dodge the white light that appeared out of thin air.

Zhou Wen wasn't flustered. He was no longer the weakling who knew nothing and was always on tenterhooks. He already had a knowledge framework in his heart that could analyze all sorts of unknown powers.

For such an impossible-to-block force that directly acted on one's body, it was impossible for it to be a fatal force, and it was very unlikely a damaging skill.

Indeed, when the white light landed on Zhou Wen, it didn't harm his body, but it instantly made him feel like he was being suppressed by a mountain. His legs trembled as his knees involuntarily bent.