As soon as Feng Yuexi finished speaking, Yue Mingsong waved his hands repeatedly. "I do know a little about that. Even the lesser gods of the Source World place great importance on the people you mentioned, so there's an eighty or ninety percent chance they're being personally guarded by those lesser gods now."
"Is that so? That would be normal enough."
Feng Yuexi nodded, then closed her eyes again within the pillar of light.
Yue Mingsong and the other two swept their gazes across the pillars of light before quietly leaving the place.
Since they knew there was no way to rescue anyone right now, they could only return and think of another method.
Ning Xiaochuan knew absolutely nothing of what Old Marquis and the others had suffered.
At that moment, Ning Xiaochuan had already spent a full eight days within that enormous vortex in hell.
During those eight days, Ning Xiaochuan had been drilling toward the center and bottom of the vortex almost every moment. The closer he drew to its center and depths, the greater the pressure he endured.
By now, Ning Xiaochuan no longer merely had to withstand that immense tearing force. At the same time, he also had to endure the devouring power of the great vortex.
Just as outside the great vortex, Ning Xiaochuan could not sense any devouring force while moving forward within it.
Yet if he tried to retreat even a single step, an incomparably powerful force would instantly surge out from the vortex, tugging at him so fiercely that he could not retreat at all.
If he could not retreat, then he could only advance.
In any case, Ning Xiaochuan had never considered retreating. Within this enormous vortex, he had already sensed a threat capable of taking his life.
The closer he