Broken Hope
The old man stroked his beard and smiled. "Time passes especially slowly in that space. In other words, he has plenty of time to recover, and plenty of chances to find a way out."
At that, Xiao Lian felt much more at ease about the Adventure Group Space Battle. He knew how important this competition was to Bi Fan. Having time to recover was the best possible outcome.
The old man hadn't finished speaking. Looking at the layers of glowing nebulae, he sighed softly. "But in there, with his cultivation, he'll likely be trapped in an endless cycle of gathering Soul Power, only for the lightning to shatter it again."
"If he shows even the slightest hesitation or gives up mentally during that process, the lightning in there will likely swallow him whole."
Xiao Lian's voice sank. "So even if he's lucky enough to survive in there, getting out is basically impossible?"
The old man's phantom nodded. "More or less."
Xiao Lian fell silent, watching the nebula cluster slowly swirl with brilliant light. All he could do was hope for a miracle.
As time ticked by, Zheng Shi'an and the others keeping watch at the cave entrance grew increasingly restless.
A Xuan kept glancing toward where they had been standing earlier, hoping to see some new movement. But the distance was simply too great to make out anything.
Some had already begun to consider leaving. Bi Fan had only called them over to bolster their numbers and provide more fighters who knew Su Xingchen's background. But now, they hadn't even fought Su Xingchen, and Bi Fan had vanished without a trace.
Had they made this trip for nothing, then? Or what?
At last, a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist couldn't take it anymore. He