C48 Pressure

Beads of cold sweat emerged on his forehead. The air around him felt as if it had congealed, rendering him nearly immobile.

The sweat slowly trickled down, converging at the tip of his nose, where it formed a glistening droplet that grew larger with each passing second.

Yang Xuan thought he heard a faint sound as the droplet silently fell to the ground, scattering in all directions