Emerging from Seclusion
Inside the house, Mu Yang sat cross-legged. The painful expression had long covered his entire face. Mu Yang tightly bit his teeth, and large drops of sweat rolled down from his forehead, flowing down his chin. His whole body was gradually trembling at this moment.
In the Soul Refinement Hall, the terrifying pressure, like a tsunami, swept over Mu Yang from all directions. Wherever the pressure reached, Mu Yang's body was forcibly distorted and deformed, reaching the point of being crushed!
Anyone could see that Mu Yang's soul was undergoing inhuman and demonic training at this moment!
"Ah!"
Mu Yang's soul roared to the sky, and the screams were incessant. His face was twisted due to the pain.
At this moment, the intensity of the pressure had also increased to the maximum. However, because the colorful space on the surface of the skin was flowing, Mu Yang's soul had been oppressed all along, enduring the torment of this pressure.
One day, two days, three days...