Honghuang: the Pressure of the Saint's Testimony Almost Shook Me Away

At the beginning of the chaos, the purple energy came three thousand miles eastward, and Hongjun's voice of becoming a saint exploded in the sea of ​​consciousness! As soon as I crossed over, I was pressed to the ground by the overwhelming holy power, and I couldn't even lift my knees! When I was barely breathing, I looked down - the body wrapped in animal skins was covered with bite marks that were deep enough to show the bones, and the blood scabs hadn't dried yet! What caused the original owner of this body to be torn like this? I held my hand on the ground and tried to sit up, but the sharp pain from the wound exploded from my chest to my fingertips. There was a rustling sound in the forest in the distance, and something was approaching. I clutched the only weapon at hand—a broken animal bone—and held my breath. The saint's sermon will be a hundred years later, and it is hard to say whether he will survive tonight.