Under the pull of that force, Yin Qingxue's body, trapped in quicksand, was gradually dragged out.
In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Yin Qingxue felt her body suddenly loosen, and then she was flung into the air.
Before she could hit the ground, Su Shi'er caught her by the clothes and hoisted her onto his back, continuing onward.
From beginning to end, Su Shi'er's steps never stopped, nor did he use even a trace of True Yuan techniques.
The moment he entered this land of yellow sand, Su Shi'er realized how terrifying the formation here was.
Yellow sand filled the sky within the formation, utterly devoid of spiritual energy fluctuations. Worse still, the instant one stopped moving, quicksand would appear beneath one's feet.
Once the quicksand appeared, if the trapped person tried to resist by circulating their cultivation, not only would it prove useless, but the suction within the quicksand would drain away their cultivation.
Therefore, from the very beginning, Su Shi'er had warned Yin Qingxue never to stop amid the yellow sand.
Yet Yin Qingxue clearly had not fully believed him. Or perhaps... dragging her heavily wounded body through such a brutal environment for a full day and night, or even longer, had pushed her endurance to its limit.
"Fellow Daoist Su... thank you. You... saved my life again."
Su Shi'er's unique scent drifted beneath her nose. Yin Qingxue voiced her thanks softly, her face still showing lingering fear.
Her feelings at that moment were incomparably complicated.
She truly had harbored some doubts about Su Shi'er's words before.
When she had suddenly stopped, she had only wanted to rest for a moment.
She had never imagined the situation would be so dire—far more terrifying than Su Shi'er had predicted.
"You're too polite,