Lin Ye was nearly suffocating under the pressure of the seal. His body felt as though it were crushed by a thousand-ton weight, with every inch of his skin and every bone screaming in agony. The seal's power only intensified, and he could feel his energy being drained away, his bones creaking as if they might shatter at any moment. The massive demonic beast roared again, this time with a deeper, more threatening sound, its growl filled with urgency, as if ordering Lin Ye to leave this forbidden land at once.
But Lin Ye was completely immobile, every nerve in his body screaming at him to break free, to do anything to survive. He knew that if he didn’t find a way out soon, his life would be over.
[Life and Death Struggle]
The pressure from the seal grew stronger, as if all the energy in the surrounding space was converging on him, trapping him in place. With each passing moment, he felt his strength waning, his life force rapidly declining. The demonic beast's presence loomed ever larger, as if mocking his helplessness.
But just when despair began to overwhelm him, Lin Ye's bloodline power stirred violently within his body, as if stirred by some force beyond his control. This power surged up, like water rippling from a long-dormant well, an uncontrollable force.
[Bloodline Resonance]
In the moment of utter hopelessness, the mark of the reversed scale on Lin Ye’s chest suddenly glowed brightly, casting a blinding light. His vision blurred, and he felt as if his body merged with the mark itself. The ancient bloodline power within him surged, its intensity almost unbearable, causing violent fluctuations within his body.
At that instant, a deep, ancient voice echoed in his mind. It was not from the outside world, but from deep within his bloodline, awakening something long forgotten. The voice was profound, filled with untold power and a sense of command: “...Return…”
In that moment, Lin Ye's consciousness seemed to be pulled into an endless void. Around him, there was no light, only the haunting reverberations of that mysterious voice. Though the language was not one Lin Ye knew, strangely, he understood every word.
[Demonic Language]
His heart raced as the voice continued, resonating with something deep inside him. The voice, ancient and blurry, carried a bloodline connection, as though it came from an ancestor long lost or from a forgotten tribe awaiting his return.
“Return…” The word repeated over and over in Lin Ye's mind, carrying a deep sense of longing and guidance. Oddly enough, Lin Ye didn’t feel fear or confusion. Instead, he felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had finally found something that had been missing for a long time, a feeling of belonging he had never known before. In the midst of this overwhelming pressure, he felt the power of his bloodline intertwining with the voice in ways he couldn’t fully understand, as if his fate was irrevocably tied to this unknown existence.
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