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Yuan Ming did not get annoyed. He calmed himself and tried several more times in succession, but every attempt ended in failure.

The Spatial Power near the Embarkation Token was too severely distorted; he simply could not freely control the roots of the Undying Tree.

"Looks like there's no getting through by taking shortcuts!" He did not continue. After glancing at the people still fighting, he promptly made a decision.

The next instant, Yuan Ming shot out explosively, transforming into a gale that swept toward the Embarkation Token.

The commotion he stirred up was far too great to conceal, even with the Heaven-Escaping Stone Talisman.

Yet Yuan Ming did not care. Swift as lightning, he rushed into that area in the blink of an eye. Without pausing in the slightest, he plunged straight in.

The moment he stepped into that region, the distorted Spatial Power all around him engulfed him.

Yuan Ming felt a pulling force above his head, tugging his skull upward, while another force beneath his feet dragged his legs downward. Behind him, yet another force sought to swallow up his lower back.

At the same time, a force at his side tried to twist him around.

He was like a twisted dough fritter about to be shaped, his muscles pulled taut as every joint in his body crackled.

Yuan Ming gave a soft snort. His blood and qi boiled throughout his body, and the power of his flesh surged forth. An indescribably terrifying brute force erupted from him, forcibly breaking through the distortion and resistance of the Spatial Power. He thrust out a hand through a gap between the Spatial Rifts and grabbed for the Silver Token.

The Spatial Rifts around the Silver Token were dense and tiny. Though they did not possess much twisting force, they