"We've been suppressed!"
Sweat dripped down Jiang Han's forehead as he struggled to hold on. "Now I finally understand that saying, under the Dragon's Might, everything is like ants."
"When facing a dragon, human strength is inevitably greatly suppressed, and inner strength is no exception! The inner strength of a martial artist is essentially forged by gathering spiritual energy of heaven and earth. But Dragon Power is the wrath of heaven and earth, in the face of heaven's wrath, spiritual energy naturally bows down in submission, that's why we're trapped right now..."
"Why the hell didn't you say so earlier?"
Xia Houba roared.
It's laughable that he still had the face to blame others now.
Just holding out for a while, resisting Dragon Power, his appearance even changed.
From a strong, robust middle-aged man, due to excessive exhaustion, he turned into a gaunt old bald man, with white hair covering his head, and even starting to fall out!
