At this moment, Ye Chen finally felt the gap between himself and the stronger ones.
The sense of powerlessness deeply enveloped Ye Chen's heart.
The Ice Soul stepped towards Ye Chen, releasing more and more pressure, which added increasing pressure on Ye Chen.
The Ice Soul intended to use its aura to crush Ye Chen.
Yet Ye Chen did not retreat even a little, still standing there without moving an inch.
Not even showing any sign of stepping back.
The Ice Soul's beautiful face gradually turned gloomy, with brows slightly furrowed.
"I order you to kneel!"
The Ice Soul roared sternly.
Ye Chen bore the pressure exerted by the Ice Soul, still unmoved.
Even though cold sweat had soaked his back, Ye Chen remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the Ice Soul.
"Don't look at me with those eyes! I order you to kneel!"
"Wishful thinking!" Ye Chen squeezed out each word through his clenched teeth.
Suddenly, Ye Chen even took a step forward.
This action thoroughly enraged the Ice Soul.
