Jiang Feiling's hands were still clasped before her chest. Li Tianming noticed that her face had gone slightly pale.
As Weisheng Xi propped open and enlarged the "One-Origin Disorder Realm," Jiang Feiling's clasped hands were slowly separating as well.
It was as though she were holding this "One-Origin Disorder Realm" in her hands.
"Brother, hurry a little. It won't keep expanding forever. Once it exceeds the limit of what I can bear, it'll break."
Before it broke, the terrifying thing about the One-Origin Disorder Realm was that it trapped Weisheng Xi in another world.
Everything about her was cut off, including her voice.
For all intents and purposes, she no longer existed.
"Can we get in?"
Li Tianming hurriedly asked.
"We can, but once we go in, we can't get out unless it breaks."
Jiang Feiling gritted her teeth and held on.
"Yinghuo!"
Li Tianming shouted.
"Got it."
Without Li Tianming needing to say more, Yinghuo, Miaomiao, and the remaining Silver Dust all burrowed into the "One-Origin Disorder Realm."
Within the Huan Tian Realm, they were not afraid of death. Since Weisheng Xi's attacks could still expand the One-Origin Disorder Realm, then Yinghuo and the others would go in and disrupt her!
When it came to being a shit-stirring stick, Yinghuo was the best at it.
Ding ding ding!
The remaining several million Silver Dust particles crashed inside. The One-Origin Disorder Realm was not yet too large, so it immediately transformed into a sea of steel and clung to the realm's inner walls, forcing Weisheng Xi to attack it.
Yinghuo and Miaomiao began making her sick instead—one relied on speed, while the other relied on... eloquence.
The birth of the One-Origin Disorder Realm meant that Jiang Feiling had, by herself, forcibly and temporarily cut away half of the enemy's strength,