Once you become a female supporting role, you will be killed by the devil

It feels like being trapped in a boundless swamp. The harder you struggle to break free, the deeper you sink. No matter how hard you try to fight and resist, you can never escape their ghostly, persistent entanglement and tight encirclement. These mysterious and eerie beings never seem to give you a moment's respite, keeping you on the brink of collapse.

They seemed to have suddenly gained a miraculous life force, as if possessing their own independent consciousness and soul, and began to move in a breathtaking manner. First, they trembled slightly, then rapidly contracted, each contraction carrying a sense of immense force, as if absorbing everything around them. When the contraction reached its peak, they suddenly squeezed outward, the impact like surging waves, crashing over the surroundings in wave after wave. This continuous alternation of contraction and compression formed a unique rhythm that captivated the eye.

The power seemed to surge out from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell. It was incredibly powerful and filled with an elusive and strange aura, as if it was a peerless ferocious beast that had been sealed for a long time and finally broke out, opening its bloody mouth and choosing people to devour, leaving people no time to prepare.

Each time it contracted, it felt like a heavy hammer struck the heart, sending a deafening thud. This blow not only brought excruciating physical pain, but also felt like a thunderclap exploding within the chest, filling the heart with an indescribable sense of oppression, as if the entire world had become dim and dark, oppressive to the extreme.

Each squeeze felt like a tremendous force, like a merciless hand gripping the fragile heart, seemingly intent on crushing it completely. It felt like being crushed by an invisible weight, making it difficult to breathe. And with this overwhelming pressure, the once steady and orderly heartbeat began to lose control, racing like a wild horse, its rhythm completely disrupted, sometimes beating rapidly like a drumbeat, sometimes pausing abruptly, plunging the mind into a state of turmoil.

It's a truly terrifying, chilling feeling! It's as if an immense, invisible hand, silently and yet with the force of thunder, strikes from the shadows, clutching your fragile heart tightly. This mysterious hand seems to possess boundless power and magic, its grip as firm and unbreakable as an iron clamp.

No matter how desperately you struggled and fought, using all your might to break free from this terrible bond, all your efforts were in vain. That giant hand remained as steady as a rock, unmoved, holding your heart firmly in its cold and merciless grip, leaving you feeling a deep sense of despair and helplessness.

Time slips away like the gentle flow of water, but that mysterious "hand" shows no sign of letting up, instead tightening its grip. Like a merciless iron clamp, it grips your body tightly, each contraction bringing a piercing pain. Gradually, the squeeze becomes more intense, as if it will crush your bones.