Before he knew it, more than a year had passed since Qu Jianlei began his breakthrough.
The protectors were still slowly retreating. They had long since lost track of just how far back they had gone.
Then, at a certain moment, True Venerable Qingkong suddenly felt a faint, barely perceptible palpitation.
As if guided by some unseen force, he glanced at Han Li. For some reason, he actually felt it might have something to do with him.
Perhaps it was because, over the past few years, the other man had looked at him strangely a couple of times as well?
Han Li's senses were also extremely sharp. He glanced at him too, then frowned slightly. "It's close!"
True Venerable Qingkong snapped back to himself, sensed for a moment, then raised his brows. "It really is close... speed up the retreat!"
"It's close?" Jin Ge was stunned. "Why can't I sense it?"
He was actually very happy, but he could not help feeling a little stifled too: Am I really that bad?
But the next moment, his brows lifted. "It really is coming... this fast?"
Ahead, the spiritual energy visible to the naked eye had originally taken the form of a jet. Later, some of it had also dispersed, carrying a faint mist-like quality.
Now, that thin spiritual-energy mist was actually trembling slightly.
It was not rippling, but a kind of overall shudder, or rather a tremor—whatever it was, it was definitely not normal.
By now, the area covered by the spiritual-energy mist was enormous. The spiritual energy that had dissipated over this period of time was enough to make an Out-of-Body True Venerable ache with distress!
Even Han Li had once muttered, "With consumption like this, no wonder he wants to convert Magic Crystals!"
Without using Magic Crystals for support,