Feng Ying ran for her life through the narrow rock fissure.
Faster! Even faster!
The sooner she rescued the Divine Dragon, the sooner this war would end. As long as she was fast enough, her companions could survive. The fissure Ice Cave, identical to the one in her dream, seemed to stretch on forever. After who knew how long she had run, the Immortal Armor gradually became unable to suppress the Extreme Yin Cold Qi.
Feng Ying knew there was nothing wrong with the Immortal Armor; her own strength simply could not sustain its consumption.
Then, without warning, another earthquake shook violently. Feng Ying, who had been running at full speed, was flung about within the narrow fissure like a pitiful beetle trapped in a bottle and shaken by a mischievous child. She slammed into the cave ceiling, then crashed heavily into the left wall. Her shoulder went numb with pain, and her helmeted head struck the ground with a bang. The hard Immortal Armor scraped against the cave walls, sending sparks flying everywhere...
Once the earthquake subsided, she seized the time to stumble onward. As long as she followed the direction in which the Extreme Yin Cold Qi was leaking, she would not have to worry about taking a wrong turn.
The frost-covered cave was far too long. Along the way, hard ice collapsed and blocked her path. Feng Ying swung the Divine Weapon and hacked desperately, ice chunks and shards flying everywhere as she forcibly carved out a passage and continued racing in the direction of the Extreme Yin Cold Qi.
As she rounded a bend, she nearly fell into a bottomless abyssal fissure.
Earthquakes frequently shook Sky Pillar Mountain, which had lain silent for countless years. Just moments ago, she had been searching for a way to