"Bottom of the Well"

"Beep——"

A piercing warning blared inside Xia Fan's helmet!

The instant his wings tore through the protective suit, the display on his wrist also turned a glaring blood red.

"Severe damage detected. Circulation system failure. Please take immediate self-rescue measures!"

At the same time came the stabbing pain of being scorched by steam.

Ordinary skin would soon suffer irreversible burns in such an environment, but when reconstructing his wings, he had deliberately chosen the scale-and-armor-covered type. While sacrificing some agility, it greatly enhanced his resistance. The pain was still there, but for now, it remained within his limits of endurance.

"Hold on tight!"

The moment the platform fell, he seized Yan Qing's Web Weaving chain and leaped from that tiny patch of ground—their only foothold.

The fierce sensation of weightlessness made everyone shut their eyes involuntarily.

They were still more than ten levels above the "bottom of the well." If they struck the ground directly, even Qi Sense Users would face slim odds of survival.

The only one who could adapt to this was Luo Qingqing.

As Dragon Scale's wielder, she had long grown accustomed to twisting and turning through the air.

Xia Fan knew that too, so he immediately called to Luo Qingqing, "Leave the aerial defense to you!"

"Don't worry. I'll keep everyone safe," she replied with an unhesitating nod. Golden Flying Swords appeared one after another, circling the people within the web. Though Luo Qingqing's own movements were restricted, Dragon Scale did not need her to wield it. Those self-thinking blades were linked to their creator's thoughts; whatever Luo Qingqing thought and saw became their orders.

Before long, winged Mei appeared amid the white mist.

These birdman-like Guai had been mentioned in the intelligence shared by the Salvation Sect. Their chief method of attack was to ambush