Feng Yin felt as if he had been struck by lightning at this moment.
Yes, presence, spirit.
Do these things have anything to do with strength?
Even if they do, even if there's a deep relationship, but do you really have to be unbeatable to sweep across the world?
Do you not fight a battle unless you are assured of victory?
Unwilling to give up, Feng Yin once again visualized the posture of that person standing in the air, the bearing, the spirit.
With the slim hope of a chance, he hoped to discern something else—
And he saw it, the profound depth of the Abyss and the unyielding stature of the mountains, the unwavering solidity of a mountain from just that one silhouette, which gave him an indescribable sense of reliability, and a feeling of safety.
It seemed... it seemed as though as long as this person was ahead, there was nothing to worry about behind!