At this critical juncture, they were undoubtedly in extraordinary times, and extraordinary times called for extraordinary measures.
If someone couldn't hold out, they could fall back to the inner circle and let someone else take their place. Then everyone would start slacking off.
Take Xu Yi, for example. Wasn't he struggling to hold on? Because there was no one to take his place, he could only endure, giving it everything he had. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and keep going. If he couldn't hold out, he could simply ask to be rotated out.
Everyone felt the same way; it was only natural. The formation would fall apart in no time.
"Rotate!"
At last, Xu Yi heard the long-awaited call to rotate. Almost mechanically, he began adjusting his inner breath, rousing his exhausted body.
It seemed he had rested for only an instant before the call came again: "Rotate!"
They trudged through the mire, time seeming to stand still. Eventually, Xu Yi could only respond mechanically. In this perilous situation, his Dual Soul displayed an endurance that left everyone astonished. The position he held, though it seemed ready to collapse at any moment, was never breached.
Suddenly, the endless black sea came to an end. Everyone felt their bodies grow light, as though a mountain weighing ten thousand jun had been lifted from their shoulders. They were so relieved they could hardly keep from shouting.
But no one dared shout, and no one dared spare their strength. They kept racing forward without stopping, covering more than three thousand li in one breath. Finally, at Wu Fazhu's order, the Plum Blossom Formation dispersed. The group collapsed in unison, sprawled on the ground like shrimp whose tendons had been pulled out.
After lying there for nearly half an hour,