Beside her, a figure slowly turned around.
It was a woman, tall and slender, dressed in a deep-blue gown with silver star patterns embroidered along its hem. Most of her face was hidden beneath the shadow of a veiled hat, revealing only her sharply defined jaw and slightly pursed crimson lips.
Her aura was far steadier than Mia's, yet it was clear that she, too, was enduring immense pressure.
"Sixteen days."
The woman answered, her voice somewhat hoarse, as though she had not spoken in a very long time.
Mia's expression turned even uglier.
Sixteen days.
The number struck her heart like a heavy hammer.
She remembered clearly that the last time, she had spent less than half an hour at the edge of Boundary Land before the dark laws that eroded the soul had driven her nearly to collapse, even corroding her soul.
With no other choice, she had used a soul-splitting secret art, severing a portion of her soul and turning it into an independent entity that escaped.
Winnie was that byproduct.
It had taken her an extremely long time to barely recover from the aftereffects of that experience. Even so, an unhealable crack remained deep within her soul. Whenever she approached Boundary Land, that tearing sensation would resurface.
Yet Feng Qingyao had actually remained inside for a full sixteen days!
That monster!
She had actually relied on her own strength to remain deep within Boundary Land for sixteen whole days!
"How is that possible..."
Mia muttered, an undisguised trace of horror flashing through her eyes.
"What level has she reached now?"
No one answered.
By the boundary line, the third figure had remained silent throughout.
He was a burly man clad in heavy dark-gold armor. Its surface was covered in cracks, as though it had endured countless