Ronglin, completely unaware of the situation within Ashil Capital, was currently protecting Jazz as they plummeted wildly down the collapsing tunnel. Above them, countless layers of stone slabs sprang out from the edges of the pitch-black walls, sealing off the exit completely.
Jazz helplessly watched as Ronglin shielded him while they fell all the way down. Above their heads, layer upon layer of stone slabs snapped into place, utterly cutting off any hope of smashing through the obstruction overhead and escaping alive.
After falling for some time, Ronglin wrapped an arm around Jazz. He stepped on Moonwalk to steady himself, then controlled their descent, following the collapsing space below at an even pace. He paid no attention at all to the stone slabs sealing off the passage above.
They continued falling for quite some time before a thunderous crash echoed up from below. Immediately afterward, a powerful wave of dust surged upward. Ronglin pressed down with one hand, releasing a force that blocked the smoke and dust rushing up from beneath them. Then, using Moonwalk, he slowly descended toward the bottom.
By then, the stone slabs overhead had stopped springing out. As they fell, the slabs had continuously spread out after them. After so long, there had to be at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, slabs blocking their way back up.
Moreover, every slab was exceptionally thick, made from superior materials, and crafted with remarkable care.
Ronglin gave a wry smile. Agula had gone to such lengths to lure him down here and seal him in. Did he truly intend to leave him no chance of escaping alive?
Seeing Ronglin's bitter smile, Jazz grew deeply worried. He asked, "Boss, what is it? Are we unable to get out?"
Ronglin roughly estimated how long they had fallen and how