Utter Despair
Venerable White rapidly began breaking the "binding techniques" on his body as he descended.
The hundred binding techniques on his body had formed an army, where tugging at one thread affected the whole web. No matter which binding he started with, it would trigger a collective reaction from the other ninety-nine binding techniques.
Breaking the binding techniques was an arduous process. At this level, if the binding techniques were separated and given individually to other Seventh-Grade cultivators to break, each one would probably take dozens of minutes. Not to mention that the hundred binding techniques had joined forces, making them ten times more difficult to break.
At the same time, under the effects of spells such as "acceleration" and "gravity," Senior White's own falling speed grew faster and faster.
From the beginning of the game until now, Venerable White had only just managed to undo the first binding on his body.
"If this continues, it'll be difficult to undo all one hundred bindings before we hit the ground from sixty thousand meters up. I have to think of a faster way to break them." Venerable White thought to himself.
At this moment, Venerable White and the old scholar were both falling headfirst, feet in the air, at breakneck speed. If they landed in that position— their faces would hit the ground first.
Thus, while continuing to rapidly break the binding techniques on his body, Venerable White slightly adjusted his falling posture.
Just then, a raging blaze suddenly flared up on the old scholar's body in the distance.
Venerable White could not help glancing at the old scholar. The old scholar had already turned into a fireball. Strange. Could he have caught fire from high-speed friction? But their speed was not yet fast enough for that, was it?
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