C255 Do Not Bend or Yield

Zhang Xuan's body trembled. Under the immense pressure, it felt as though he was carrying a huge mountain. Kneeling on one knee, Churui clenched his fist to support himself on the ground while his left hand firmly grasped onto his knee to try and stand up.

Raising his head, he looked at the enormous purple colored Divine Dragon whose body was swaying in the air