Ten thousand miles, twenty thousand miles, thirty thousand miles...
After racing forward for tens of thousands of miles, Yan'e suddenly came to a realization.
He would never be able to break through this wall of blood.
That was because he kept moving forward, while the wall of blood was also surging forward.
As long as his escape speed could not surpass the speed at which the blood wall surged, he was bound to remain trapped here forever, until the magic power within him was exhausted.
Feeling the scant magic power that remained in his body, Yan'e was overcome by a sense of helplessness.
With that thought, Yan'e's fighting spirit instantly crumbled.
The might of the chain and the seven-tiered pagoda also plummeted, their radiance dimming. Their momentum in breaking through the blood wall sharply declined as well, until they were ultimately trapped within it and swallowed by the churning blood.
Watching his two spirit treasures vanish into the depths of the blood, Yan'e was utterly stunned.
It sounded like a long while, but from the moment his fighting spirit scattered to the moment the two spirit treasures were devoured, only an instant had passed.
By the time he reacted and tried to regain control of the spirit treasures, it was already too late.
His divine sense stretched out, only to vanish like a clay ox entering the sea.
Although he could vaguely sense the existence of the two treasures, he could no longer stir even the slightest bit of their power!
Yan'e stood where he was, watching the blood close in from all directions. He felt as though he had been swallowed into the belly of a primordial beast, able only to await death's arrival.
Only at this moment did he truly understand what it meant to have no way