Feng Xiaotian was still pressing doggedly onward, all of his enhancement Soul Skills already activated.
At the same time, he followed the direction of the wind, using Eighty-One Consecutive Slashes to create a low-pressure zone behind him as he pushed forward against the wind pressure.
It was not a bad approach, but it carried tremendous risks.
The wind pressure did not increase linearly. If he strayed into a high-pressure zone, the instantaneous surge could tear Feng Xiaotian apart.
Feng Xiaotian was simply too willing to risk his life in training.
Qin Yuan encouraged that fighting spirit, but disregarding life and death was unwise. After all, a wise man did not stand beneath a wall on the verge of collapse.
Feng Xiaotian advanced slowly, practically inching his body forward.
After roughly the time it took an incense stick to burn, Feng Xiaotian successfully surpassed his previous limit. Yet he did not stop there, continuing toward his target.
His progress grew slower and slower. An hour later, he finally reached the seven-hundred-and-fifty-meter mark.
With his goal achieved, Feng Xiaotian did not get greedy. He began retreating step by step.
Under the current wind pressure, advancing was relatively easy, but retreating was troublesome. One careless move would send him flying, hurling him out of the canyon at tremendous speed and leaving him severely injured.
Fortunately, every step Feng Xiaotian took was steady, and his retreat proceeded without incident.
Unfortunately, Heaven did not bow to human wishes. A distant boulder finally succumbed to the ravages of the wind. The gale swept it up and sent it hurtling out of the canyon at tremendous speed-and Feng Xiaotian happened to stand directly in its path.
Sensing the airflow ahead turn turbulent, Feng Xiaotian abruptly raised his head and spotted the boulder hurtling toward him.
At his