Suddenly, immense pressure crashed down on Wen Ran, forcing his knees to buckle. It felt as if the entire sky had collapsed onto him, and every breath he took was a desperate struggle, each one like trying to inhale through a collapsed lung. His chest tightened, and his vision blurred for a moment under the unbearable weight.
"What the hell? How is this even possible?" Wen Ran's heart raced like it was about to burst out of his chest. "This pressure... this feeling... it can only be one thing." Dread gripped him as he stood frozen in place, unable to move, as though the very world had locked him in place. It was as if time itself was counting down to his doom.