Zhuge Qingtian and Ye Tianyi could both tell that once they were eroded by this green mist, they might die on the spot.
"How much longer can you hold on?"
Ye Tianyi asked.
"This Old Man doesn't know either."
Zhuge Qingtian shouted.
"Damn it, what the hell is this thing? How can mist that looks so soft have such terrifying impact? Can't it just slowly drain This Old Man's spiritual power? Does it have to be this fierce?"
Zhuge Qingtian spat out a mouthful of blood and said unhappily.
The best-case scenario was that the barrier he released could block the mist. It was just that the mist was endless, and sooner or later it would exhaust a Martial Artist's spiritual power.
However, that was not the case. The impact was far too terrifying, and this was precisely what Zhuge Qingtian had been worried about. He had been continuously pouring power into the barrier, only to be struck violently and cough up blood.
"Hold on a little longer."
Ye Tianyi continuously used the Law of Soul to absorb Taotie's spirit body from within.
"This Old Man has to hold on, or are we supposed to wait to die?"
Zhuge Qingtian roared.
To be fair, it was fortunate that Zhuge Qingtian had come with Ye Tianyi. Otherwise, this really would have been dangerous.
At the same time, outside.
The crowd's available space was growing smaller and smaller.
This Taotie was still constantly devouring everything.
For these Martial Artists, it was still relatively easy to dodge for the moment, but it would not be so easy before long.
"Is there really No Way??"
"What other way could there be now? The only person who could hurt this monster has already been sucked in. He's probably dead by now, right? What else can