Angel only felt as if he was on the sea in a storm, facing the violent sea that was constantly rolling and pouring.
It seemed that the next second, it would be overturned by the shocking waves and annihilated.
Although he knew very well that this was a lie, this kind of pressure that could cause people to have illusions about life and death must not be taken lightly.
Angel has experienced many kinds of pressure before. Although this pressure is not the strongest, it is definitely the most difficult for Angel.
Not only is the intensity of the pressure extremely high, but most importantly, Angel is now maintaining his role as "Sara". He must be in this state to welcome the baptism of pressure.
Although Angel didn't know much about Sharapova, he was very aware of her strength, which was evident from the fact that she could kill the true spirit of the Abyss Demon God across endless planes. Faced with such a powerful Sharapap,
This level of coercion can be said to be childish, and you probably won't even blink an eyelid.
He can try his best to play Sharapova, but he is not real after all.
He faced this kind of terrifying energy coercion, and because the target of the coercion was not himself, he might be able to survive it relying on his strength; but he would never be able to do it as easily as Sharapova.
As long as his face turns slightly pale under pressure, his performance may be in vain.
It can be said that the crisis Angel is facing now is no less than the pressure he faced from Isabella in Silent Hill when he was still an apprentice.
Because if there is a slight mistake, these nightmare world creatures will find out the clues, and the consequences will be disastrous.
Angel kept thinking about countermeasures, but his expression remained calm and collected. He could even casually observe the reactions of other guests at the dinner... Well, none of them responded.
Whether it was the black and white maid or Davasiya, the emotions radiating around them were as calm as before, and they did not care about the pressure of energy coming towards their faces.
Including Mad Men floating in mid-air, facing this level of pressure, they all seemed to be drizzled in drizzle, completely worthless.
Their only reaction was to wonder what happened in the dark corridor that allowed Gentleman Fei to suddenly use such a huge source of energy?
In the entire banquet, the only one who was prepared for the energy pressure was Angel, who was sitting at the head of the table.
This also shows that the strength of all the creatures in the nightmare world present is by no means trivial. The only weak one is himself, who pretends to be the biggest boss.
Angel suddenly felt helpless and wanted to cry without tears. If he had known it, he would have followed the example of Mi Jinniang and shrouded himself in darkness to cover up his abnormality.
Moreover, Angel believed that if they really respected Sharapova's identity, they would not explore whether Angel's expression in the dark was pain or joy.
But it's too late to think about this now. If he creates darkness for no reason now, it will be eye-catching.
Back to the present, Angel must now find a way to solve the problems that may be exposed as soon as possible.
Although he can still withstand the wave of energy pressure at present, at this rate of increase, it is estimated that he will not be able to hold on for long.
By then, it will be too late.
Angel quickly ran through all his abilities in his mind. There were actually many ways to deal with the situation at hand. However, it was difficult to deal with the energy pressure as if nothing had happened, or pretended to be nothing.
The only possibility is to try it through the pressure field on the right eye.
Because the ability of the right eye itself is some kind of advanced application of the power of the nightmare world, and the jumping green lines are derived from Sharapova. The right eye has the ability to create a pressure field, and the pressure created by the green lines
The field has a little meaning of legal domain. When it is in the oppressive force field, it can exclude other homogeneous energy.
Therefore, it is theoretically possible. But Angel is not sure whether the oppression field created by the green pattern can withstand this level of terrifying pressure.
There is no other way now but to take a gamble.
Angel sighed in his heart, and when the energy pressure rolled up a more powerful wave, Angel's right eye pulsed with bright green light patterns.
The moment the strange mask appeared, Angel clearly felt that the surrounding energy pressure disappeared instantly.
However, from the inspection of spiritual senses, energy pressure is still coming in waves, and even the naked eye can see that the fire of the candlestick on the table is suppressed by the invisible pressure, and the flames are almost invisible.
The energy pressure has not disappeared, but it has no effect on Angel, which means
He won the bet!
Angel breathed a sigh of relief, but now another problem arose.
Because Angel activated his right eye, the moment the green lines started to pulse, it attracted the attention of other guests at the banquet.
Fortunately, what Angel saw in the guests' eyes was not confusion, but a look of deep fear.
Although they didn't know whether they were afraid of the green streaks or the blood aura that might escape when activating his right eye, the look in their eyes gave Angel room to show off.
Under the public gaze, Angel remained very calm, as if he were a condescending god, quietly looking at the dark corridor in the distance, pondering for a moment, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
Although Angel didn't say a word, the emotions that escaped clearly expressed what happened in the dark corridor, which made him feel interesting.
Angel naturally didn't know what happened in the dark corridor. He just used this to divert everyone's attention from staring at him.
Perhaps it was rude to look directly at Lord Sharawa, or perhaps something strange happened in the dark corridor. Everyone quickly withdrew their gaze and continued to look into the dark corridor.
Angel also kept staring at the dark corridor. At first, it was just to divert his attention, but after staring for a long time, Angel inexplicably felt a familiar smell from the dark corridor.
This feeling seems to be...
Some memories from the past emerged in Angel's mind, and the same images appeared in these memories.
Could it be it?
While Angel was thinking, a white light suddenly emerged from the dark corridor. As soon as this white light burst out of the darkness, it came to the banquet hall at an extremely fast speed.
And the white light seemed to turn into a sharp arrow, flying towards the banquet, aiming directly at Angel, who was the host.
If he had followed his past habits, Angel would have secretly arranged defensive measures at this time, but when he faced this white light, he did nothing and allowed it to fly towards him.
Soon, Bai Guang and Angel collided directly.
Following this impact, Bai Guang also let out a milky "woof, woof" cry.
Angel looked at the white light in his arms with a strange expression.
When the white light gradually dissipated, the true body that was revealed was... a spotted puppy not much bigger than Toby.