The force that struck him came suddenly and with immense power, as if several huge hands were clawing at him while simultaneously dragging him downward.
Qin Fengming had been through a great deal and did not panic. He believed that as long as he struggled free with all his might, escaping that restraint would not be difficult. However, with only a flicker of thought, he immediately abandoned the idea.
Because he had no absolute confidence that he could break free while taking the Wen Huan Beast Armor with him.
Setting aside the fact that Qin Fengming was unwilling to abandon the Wen Huan Beast Armor, he was certain that without it, he would never leave this place alive.
His teeth clenched tight, Qin Fengming gripped the Wen Huan Beast Armor with both hands and fell into the suddenly collapsed hole.
The place was already pitch-black, but Qin Fengming's eyes flickered, and he could still see that the red mist here was dense. Yet the mist did not surge like the mist outside. It was like a pool of stagnant water, only churning violently when his body passed through it.
As he fell through the mist, Qin Fengming felt as though he were shooting through a forest of razor-sharp blades. A harsh sound like knives scraping stone rang out, and he could feel hard objects repeatedly cleaving at the Wen Huan Beast Armor around him.
The aura of the Law of Wind here was clearly far denser than outside. Without the beast armor, Qin Fengming did not know whether he could withstand it by relying solely on his own strength.
This place did not seem spacious. Qin Fengming felt himself constantly brushing against the stone walls, as though this were a passage leading downward.
Qin Fengming did not dare allow his