Once they had descended to a certain altitude, their speed began to even out.
The air was no longer so thin, and the temperature was no longer so low.
Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian fought Ox Head together. Ox Head glanced downward. "If we keep fighting, we'll all die!"
Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian looked down as well. The three of them nodded together, seemingly reaching a peaceful understanding. Then, the very next second, Long Aotian and Lu Chengwen grabbed Ox Head and kept beating him up.
Elsewhere, Zhao Ritian was falling in a different direction from Lu Chengwen and the others. Below him lay mountains and rivers.
A surging river rushed downward along the sloping mountainside toward a lake.
Rat Head was simply too old.
And when he had been thrown from the cabin, he had not stored up any qi. Already old and frail, he had used what little qi remained to resist the freezing cold and thin oxygen. Honestly, surviving at all had not been easy.
After the severe oxygen deprivation just now, he had already lost the ability to resist.
Once a martial artist ran out of qi, they were screwed.
Even someone like Rat Head had the ability to absorb true qi from all things, but at ten thousand meters in the air, the oxygen was far too thin. Besides, he himself had no strength left to absorb anything.
So...
He was humiliatingly used by Zhao Ritian as a surfboard.
The instant he smacked into the water's surface, Rat Head felt as if all his internal organs were about to shatter. He nearly wanted to spit out his entire breath.
But what came next was the moment of miracles.
Zhao Ritian stood on Rat Head's lower back, desperately maintaining his balance as he rode the