When Yang Ling saw the old man's actions, he appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly broke out in a cold sweat.
Meng Yuan, Lei Wanqi, and the others held their breath, watching the old man expectantly.
It was impossible to tell how heavy the old man's fists were. All they could see was his grave expression as he earnestly hammered punch after punch against the Gate of Black and Yellow.
With every punch, the players present grew a little more hopeful.
But as countless punches fell, their hearts grew colder and colder.
The Gate of Black and Yellow remained as immovable as a mountain. No matter how heavy the old man's fists were, not a trace of force could pass through.
"As expected, even a First-Grade Celestial Immortal can't break through it."
Yang Ling was relieved and turned toward Meng Yuan.
"Damn it!"
Meng Yuan abruptly rose to his feet:
"Isn't it just three years? We have Life-Substitution Bamboo Slips—what are we afraid of?
We originally thought that sacrificing some dignity would keep the cost of this mission within a controllable range.
Why did you have to take things this far?"
Another Life-Substitution Bamboo Slip?
Yang Ling frowned slightly, but he was not particularly surprised.
Life-Substitution Bamboo Slips could indeed save lives, but after using one, a player could not enter the Grandmaster Network for three years. That side effect alone was enough to make them suffer.
And after three years, what would things look like?
For ordinary martial artists, three years was a short time. There would not be any major changes.
But for the core disciples of the major groups in the Grandmaster Network, three years was enough for them to witness the passage of ages.
As Meng Yuan stood up, quite a few core young masters