Take This Staff Strike from Old Sun 10086 (Thanks to Qiankun Sihan for Becoming an Alliance Leader!)

Sick... wanted to puke!

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years—several whole decades! These Fate Artifact wielders had not felt like this in decades.

Their stomachs convulsed violently. The moment they opened their mouths, they vomited several mouthfuls of bile, some smeared across their own faces, some across others'.

It was swiftly dried completely by the knife-like cold wind.

Not only the Nine-Star Fate Artifact wielders—even the Heavenly Artifact Venerables were no exception.

Their hair was disheveled, and strange odors wafted from their bodies. They looked like a school of wind-dried salted fish.

It was too fast.

That guy calling himself Tang Xuanzang was flying far too fast while carrying them, the bait.

So fast that even these Fate Artifact wielders, who were already accustomed to soaring through the heavens and burrowing through the earth at high speed, could not endure it. They felt like ordinary people stuffed into a tumble dryer and tossed around over and over.

Fortunately, these Fate Artifact wielders had already been fighting fiercely for several days before this.

They had only drunk some water and eaten nothing.

Otherwise, bile would not have been the only thing they vomited.

All they could hear was the howling wind. Before their eyes, the scenery sped backward in a blur, along with their companions—fellow sufferers—with their blank expressions and lifeless eyes.

When Galaxy Venerable saw Tianyu Guang wearing an expression like an idiot, he realized he probably did not look much better himself.

Sorrow welled up within him. He felt sick, wanted to puke, wanted to cry.

As a Fate Venerable, of course he did not cry. Tears merely streamed down his face.

The five Fate Venerables who still looked somewhat presentable wanted to speak and beg Tang Luo to slow down, but they did not dare.

Because there were