With Zheng Yi currently at half-step Divinity Transformation, it is also the limit that this Void Stone Platform can bear.
At this moment, Zheng Yi's expression was grave, as even he felt the intense pressure.
The invisible force enveloping him felt like massive and heavy shackles, firmly locking his body, Divine Soul, and spiritual consciousness.
This was not merely a suppression of the physical body; it was an all-encompassing pressure.
If it were an ordinary Late Stage of Nascent Soul cultivator, their body would likely have already collapsed, with their soul dispersed.
It was as if countless tree roots beneath his feet were pulling at Zheng Yi's steps, preventing him from taking another step upward.
The pressure within the space had almost materialized, the air becoming thick, even resilient, as if a giant crystal had enveloped him, trapping him within.
"You want to trap me?!"
"It seems you're just a bit lacking..."
