The sudden upheaval did not terrify the seven. Instead, varying degrees of eagerness shone in their eyes.
For the dragon corpse had completely broken free of its encasement in profound ice.
That meant—
Anyone could now store the dragon corpse in a storage ring.
Yet just then, another change arose.
A strange force descended without warning.
Everyone's bodies sank as they plummeted downward.
"What is this? Could it be... some kind of air-restriction formation?" Feng Zhongli cried out.
"It is not as simple as an air-restriction formation. Even the spiritual power within our bodies has been sealed; not a trace of it can be mobilized." Yi Ji actually took the initiative to reply, as though she had forgotten that they had been fighting for their lives only moments ago.
Only then did everyone realize that they could do nothing.
With their spiritual power sealed and an air-restriction formation added on top, apart from their formidable physical bodies, they were practically no different from mortals. They could not even place the dragon corpse, so close at hand, into their storage rings.
A heaven-sent opportunity lay right before their eyes, yet they could do nothing about it.
The ice crystals of all sizes fell alongside them.
But the ice crystals rapidly melted, turning into a vast white mist that rose and drifted toward the heights above.
Before long, there was not a single ice crystal left nearby, nor was there any mist barrier. Only the seven of them and the dragon corpse remained, continuing to fall deeper into the abyss.
As they kept falling, their descent grew faster and faster, until they were as swift as meteors.
"Just how deep is this abyss? We are not going to be smashed to death alive, are we? If mighty Mahayana cultivators were killed by