The cold, sticky darkness was like a net, tightly entangling Shen Mingyao.
She struggled instinctively, but found that her limbs seemed to have been crippled and were so heavy that it was difficult to even lift a finger.
His lungs were burning, and the remaining air in his chest was being squeezed out mercilessly.
The feeling of suffocation came overwhelmingly, and the shadow of death enveloped her.
"Well……!"
