Wu Xu's Predicament and the Spies' Peering Eyes

Wu Xu's heart was a tangled mess, threads of doubt twisting around one another with no end in sight.

He knew that in this unknown situation, wild speculation would be nothing but futile, only adding to his troubles.

So he forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart and tried to calm himself.

Slowly closing his eyes, he focused his mind and released his divine sense, attempting to probe the formation once more.

Yet reality was like a basin of cold water, mercilessly poured over him.

That powerful rebounding force was like an impregnable city wall, shutting him out once again and leaving him unable to approach even an inch.

Time, in this silent atmosphere, seemed to become a mischievous child, deliberately slowing its pace as each second crawled by.

Wu Xu's patience, like ice and snow scorched beneath the blazing sun, was gradually worn away.

A trace of anxiety began to flicker in his once-steadfast eyes.

Left with no choice, he began slowly circling the mysterious formation restriction.

He tried to search from different angles for a way to break it, or at least discover the slightest trace of a clue.

But no matter how wide he opened his eyes or how hard he racked his brains to observe it,

the formation was like a flawless steel fortress, without the slightest crack to be found.

Bitterness rose in Wu Xu's heart, like an unripe fruit slowly swelling deep within him.

He began to suspect that Chen Ze had already abandoned him and gone alone to explore that mysterious secret realm.

Once that thought took root and sprouted in his mind, it spread like wild grass across the wilderness, instantly taking over all his thoughts.

He looked at the indestructible formation restriction, complex emotions showing in his eyes.

There was disappointment,