As he ventured deeper, Chen Changming could clearly feel the powerful suction tugging ever more fiercely at his body.
Even the air beneath his feet seemed to turn viscous. An invisible force streamed endlessly from the depths of the tunnel, like tens of thousands of ropes wrapping around his limbs and torso at once, desperately dragging him deeper inside.
Every stretch he flew forward required him to expend considerable extra strength just to steady himself.
If my combat strength were only at the sixth level of the Void Refinement Realm, I would probably have been sucked along helplessly by now...
Chen Changming fixed his blazing gaze on the depths of the tunnel ahead, yet the corner of his mouth curved into a satisfied smile.
The stronger the suction, the larger the scale of the Primal Magnetism iron mine here.
And the scale of the vein directly determined the future cultivation limit of the Primal Magnetism Mystic Turtle—the more massive the vein, the more source iron essence the Primal Magnetism Mystic Turtle could devour and refine, and the broader its future potential for growth would be.
After flying onward for some distance, even Chen Changming's formidable fourth-level Void Refinement Realm Body Cultivator physique felt his muscles involuntarily tightening.
That suction had reached a truly terrifying level. Every step forward required him to mobilize the blood and qi throughout his body to resist the pulling force. Fragments of rock beneath him shot toward the depths of the tunnel with whooshes, as though they had been swept into an invisible whirlpool.
"Someone's coming!"
"Help—!"
"Save us!"
The tunnel twisted and turned. Just as Chen Changming rounded a bend, he heard waves of cries for help rising from ahead.
The voices were urgent and panicked, thick with unmistakable fear and despair, echoing endlessly through