Iver had the Paradox Flame Butterfly return to its traveling form and followed the route he had taken earlier to search back along it.
The power of that Death Qi had been far too strong. Although it did not seem to bear any killing intent and merely caused all things to solidify, Iver was still extremely worried that something might have happened to Sherlock.
Fortunately, Iver soon found Sherlock.
In a special way—
Near the corpse of the Giant King's prince, there was an unnatural pit resembling an animal trap.
Above it was a cross-shaped grate. Farther down was a U-shaped cavity resembling a toilet drainpipe—or, more precisely, Pasteur's Swan Neck Flask Experiment.
It was clearly a shelter Sherlock had hastily constructed upon seeing the Death Qi. His reactions had been incredibly fast. He had immediately built a layer based on the Death Qi's specific effects, using a special structure that could keep the Twilight Wind outside without sealing him inside and suffocating him. At that moment, even the grate at the very top was covered by a thin layer of amber crystal, making it extraordinarily sturdy.
"Sherlock?"
Iver crouched above the grate and knocked on it.
He tentatively called down, "Still alive?"
"Alive!"
Little Sherlock replied irritably. His voice came from far below and was very weak; he had to shout with all his strength to make it carry clearly. "Help me open this lid!"
"I'm afraid I can't," Iver said regretfully. "We just tried. Brute force probably won't work—Hai Na's fist at the Fourth Level isn't even as sturdy as this."
"Then use some ritual or prayer or whatever! It's up to you! Don't you still have the Holy Sword? Hurry up and try. Get me out first!"
Sherlock was exasperated. "The ground seems to have been sealed