Drifting through the Interlayer Void had carried a silent tug from beginning to end.
As the two of them moved farther from the rift, the texture of the surrounding nothingness changed completely.
At first, only scattered wisps of spatial turbulence had brushed past them. Now, it became an omnipresent force of restraint and plunder.
An invisible suction took root in their flesh, seized every trace of vitality within them, and stripped it away with slow, ruthless force.
At the same time, intermittent sensations of strangulation piled atop one another, as though countless invisible blades lay pressed against their flesh and meridians, occasionally making a gentle cut. They left no trace to follow and were impossible to guard against.
Qin He dared not let his injuries linger any longer.
He steadied his mind and drove the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Art at full speed.
The impure demonic energy scattered around him and the pure medicinal potency released by the pills were all forcibly devoured and refined by his core essence.
His shattered meridians reconnected little by little, his depleted qi sea slowly filled, and the warm medicinal potency gradually smoothed the fissures in his soul.
The time it took to drink a cup of tea passed in a flash.
The dormant aura around Qin He slowly revived. He had barely recovered twenty percent of his fighting strength.
But in this deathtrap, that little strength was not enough.
The void's plundering and strangulation continued to intensify.
The once-faint suction surged wildly, like thousands upon thousands of tiny straws piercing deep into his flesh, bones, and soul.
His blood vitality, vital essence, and origin power drifted outward beyond his control. Every breath eroded his very foundation.
This true wasteland of the void had never held a shred of warmth.
Unlike the spell attacks on battlefields