If spiritual qi could be likened to seawater, then the pressure Ye Chen was enduring at this moment was comparable to the immense water pressure thousands of meters under the sea.
The dense, water-like spiritual qi, following some mysterious law, boiled up wildly within the operating room, like boiling water. A force as heavy as a thousand jun hammered viciously onto Ye Chen's body; his complexion turned pale, and a trickle of blood slowly dripped down.
Ye Chen gritted his teeth, circulated the scant amount of primordial energy within his body, formed hand seals with both hands, and activated the Seven Stars Formation to forcibly suppress the violent spiritual qi.
Ouyang Xuan and Ouyang Qimeng looked at the pale-faced Ye Chen, concern flashing in their eyes.
"Why is there blood at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth?"
Ouyang Qimeng, with her sharp eyesight, caught sight of the blood trace at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth and exclaimed in a low voice.