Descending into the Yellow Springs 2

The Heavenly Flames on their bodies surged and burned wildly.

Wei Yang and Xiao Yan continued descending deeper into the Nine Nether Yellow Springs.

However, as they went deeper, the frigid force eroding them began to increase at an almost exponential rate.

By this point, even Wei Yang had no choice but to go all out, circulating his Dou Qi to drive out the frigid force invading his body.

He looked at Xiao Yan beside him and sent a voice transmission. "How is it? Can you still hold on?"

"For now, yes." Xiao Yan nodded slightly.

"But who knows how deep these Nine Nether Yellow Springs really are? If we keep going like this, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to head back up." Xiao Yan stared into the still pitch-black depths of the lakebed, his brow furrowing as he sent the transmission.

After all, he still had to ensure he had enough Dou Qi to support his return.

And they could not forget that this was the Nine Nether Earth Python Tribe's nest. He also had to make sure he retained enough Dou Qi to deal with any sudden emergencies.

The frigid force deep within the Nine Nether Yellow Springs seemed to possess some special effect that eroded and froze Dou Qi. Even Heavenly Flames could not completely block it.

If he had not possessed Heavenly Flames, Xiao Yan would likely have found it quite difficult to reach this place.

No wonder the Nine Nether Earth Python Tribe had not stationed any guards at this sacred ground.

If ordinary Dou Saints came here, they truly would have been at a loss when facing the Nine Nether Yellow Springs and trying to descend deeper.

Thus, their tribe had simply chosen to lie flat and ignore this so-called sacred ground