Lending a Helping Hand

The purple-robed woman's features were somewhat blurred, but the thunder-patterned robe she wore shone brilliantly against the pitch-black starry sky. After a flash of violet-gold light passed through her eyes, she looked toward the four cultivators, who resembled bloody gourds.

Golden Armor had already manifested on Yunxi's body, doing its utmost to help its master maintain the integrity of her physical form. Yet blood continued to seep uncontrollably from the surface of her body. Gritting her teeth, she used her own blood to draw inscriptions, then slapped them onto the ascension passage in order to strengthen its pulling force.

Han Lian was held tightly in White Peak's arms. White Peak used his powerful body to withstand the downward drag of the Weiyu Realm. The snow-white fur covering him had already been dyed ice blue—this was the unique blood of the White Extreme Bears. He kept muttering under his breath, "What a loss! What a loss! This time, I'm going to have to stake all my flesh and bones on this! I never should have believed what you said. We haven't earned any Merit, and the two of us are about to be crushed into pulp."

Though his mouth never stopped grumbling, White Peak still protected Han Lian well.

Han Lian was not having an easy time either. Although White Peak's powerful body had helped her bear most of the pressure, the Weiyu Realm had stopped rising and even showed faint signs of falling. She did not want everyone's efforts to go down the drain, so she patted White Peak's fan-sized paw and said, "White Peak, this time, my master has implicated you. But I cannot stand by and watch my companions risk their lives while I hide behind them. I have to make one last desperate gamble. If there is