In the distance, Lu Ya, who lagged by half a body-length, hesitated at those words, yet ultimately shook his head slowly.
"Saint La, you speak far too soon! My true form is here, and my endurance runs deep. The turbid mud carried by a mere strand of your will shall certainly fail to hold out until the end!"
"If you ask me, you ought to know when to show discretion, step out of that body-hall, and test yourself against Qingyunzi!"
Thinking of his own advantage, Lu Ya felt the spirit that had been somewhat suppressed by the Mud Person of Saint La rise once more.
There was still quite a long distance to the location guided by the Supreme, so how much longer could the turbid mud carried by that will possibly persist?
"Humph!"
That Saint La let out a displeased, cold snort and said indifferently, "You also know that this is merely a sliver of my will; how could it possibly bear the infinite changes of the supreme mysteries upon that Eternal Frozen Corpse? Since you are unwilling to withdraw, then wait to gain nothing in the end and make this trip in vain!"
"The Ice River Ancient Ruins domain should have been one of the final three domains to emerge in our calculations, yet you forced it into manifestation ahead of time, causing the difficulty to become unprecedented."
"The loss of the opportunity in this domain equates to losing a quota to completely break free from the Great Calamity. Are you, Lu Ya, not alarmed or terrified?"
While this Mud Person named La muttered threats and advice, two or three fingers on that hand of turbid mud silently melted, slipping into the boundless Netherworld Void and mysteriously vanishing.
The Mud Person was formed of turbid mud, unlike a