Little Ze and the others launched a flurry of attacks the moment they came out, gaining an overwhelming advantage. But it wouldn't last. Once the Death Nether Qi began invading their bodies, they would have to suppress it, greatly weakening their strength. When that happened, the tide would inevitably turn.
Ling Tian knew this too. Without pausing, he unleashed Arhat Fist, chipping away layer after layer of ice as the tunnel in the ice wall grew deeper and deeper. Po Qiong sensed the Immortal Yuan Power inside growing clearer. Seeing this, Ling Tian's spirits lifted further. The Buddha Image Phantom behind him grew denser; he was already giving it everything he had.
Just as Ling Tian had expected, Little Ze and the others were soon infected by the Death Nether Qi, and the tide turned. But the three of them worked well together, and holding off the three Death Nether Wolf Spiders wasn't too difficult.
After about the time it took to burn two incense sticks, Ling Tian slammed his fist into the wall. A muffled thud rang out, but the ice wall before him didn't budge. Instead, the impact left his fist numb. A thin layer of light shimmered into view, and the aura of a restriction made Ling Tian's eyes light up. They had finally reached the heart of the Natural Barrier.
"Ling Tian, have we reached the end?!" Tian Xin sounded quite certain, despite phrasing it as a question. Overjoyed, she urged him, "Ling Tian, hurry and see if you can find a way inside. Little Ze and the others are injured. I'm afraid they won't be able to hold out much longer."
At her words, Ling Tian said nothing. Golden light shimmered in his left eye, and he saw what lay before them: countless intricate restriction