At the same time, a powerful feeling of suffocation washed over him.
Chen Ming instantly realized what had happened.
This was quicksand. Once trapped in it, there was no escaping. Despair rose in his heart.
Was this really it for me?
I, Chen Ming, had built up such a glorious reputation. I'd stepped through death's door several times and always escaped unharmed. Was I still destined to die in the end?
He muttered to himself as memories of the past surfaced in his mind, like the flashbacks before death.
Chen Ming could clearly feel his body still sinking.
Although awakened beings had powerful physiques, there was still a limit to what they could endure.
His suffocation grew more intense.
Lack of oxygen sent waves of dizziness through his brain.
Chen Ming sank a great distance. His consciousness blurred, becoming hazy.
But just then—
A hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and yanked him upward, pulling him straight out.
"Phew—"
Cool air rushed into his nostrils. Chen Ming greedily took a huge breath, his chest rapidly expanding.
His hazy consciousness gradually cleared.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Everything around him was pitch-black, so dark he could not see his hand in front of his face. The air was cold and damp, and the scene had completely changed.
"Is this hell?"
"No, it's an underground palace."
Sun Xiaoqiang's wise eyes appeared in his field of vision.
"Huh?"
Chen Ming was immediately startled. He reached down and touched the ground beneath him. It felt icy cold, like a Stone Tablet.
He looked around and found Sun Yuhang and Yan Siyuan there as well, patting the sand and dust from their bodies.
"I'm not dead yet..."
Chen Ming sat up and found himself in a corridor. Behind him was a massive pile of sand.
Sun