Everyone could see the expression on Gong Xiangyun's face, but for a while, no one understood or analyzed the meaning behind the expression, but without exception, they could all feel the expanding fear and trembling with the ripples in the depths of their spirits.

That kind of tremor can make people mentally vigorous and paralyzed limbs. No matter how you command them to react with a strong spirit, the numbing pain still spreads from the arm, to the shoulder, to the whole body, no matter how you order your feet to react with an anxious spirit, you can only watch the enemy's blade slash at the head, you can't lift the sword, you can't move your feet, you can only watch the enemy's blade split your body, and the blood gushes out like a waterfall, but you can't feel the pain。

Seeing your own blood, but not feeling pain, is like an illusion, and it is so real, it is really powerless.

I'm afraid that even Sun Ningjun himself feels oppression and fear like this, and is even more powerless than others.

Gong Xiangyun's face exudes brilliance on the contrary, just like the strength of your body is not dissipated by yourself, but naturally lost and dispersed, but because of Gong Xiangyun's absorption, like a sharp beak bird, poked a hole in the fully ripe persimmon with its long beak, and just stuck in it to suck the juice in the peel, its belly will slowly swell, your muscles will slowly disappear, and when she is full, you will be deflated.

When you are a spectator, you will be amazed by the power of nature, and you may clap your hands and treat them as a joke, but you never think about the feeling of the persimmon until you become the persimmon.

The remaining twenty-eight people were present to experience it for themselves, and no one thought of themselves as bystanders. They look at each other and themselves, but they are just the next persimmon.

If you cower in the face of power, you will be the next one to suffer.

Even if you are on its side now, even if it promises you any benefits now, it can treat your comrades like this, and it can naturally treat you like this.

Could it be that your comrades who have suffered this time have not sided with it? Has it been that your comrades who have suffered this time have not received any benefits from it? But it can also change its principles, change its position, change its camp, and yesterday's friends can be today's enemies, and today's enemies can be tomorrow's friends, depending on whether you have the value of use.

And its essence, haven't you seen it clearly?

That is to maintain power and maintain evil.

Sun Ningjun's feet are like overly hungry people, he can't feel hungry, but every inch of his feet needs to be accompanied by trembling all over his body. Hungry feet, legs, limbs.

However, Sun Ningjun stood up.

With such feet, supporting such limbs, trying to hold his chest up and raise his head, one step, two steps and three steps, actually at a uniform speed and steady, slowly walking out of the team, half-turning, facing directly on the steps, a symbol of power.

Purple gauze tent, peacock fan.

Hearing Sun Ningjun's words of punishing traitors and cleaning up the portal, Sun Ningjun trembled at the first moment and couldn't move, suddenly like a gust of wind, blowing away the catkins all over the ground, and he was so frivolous and disdainful-

(To be continued......)