This Wasn't Right

That he had held out this long already astonished Su Ziji, who had grown familiar with this world's system of power.

Su Ziji could feel liquid trickling from the ears, eyes, and nose of the body he controlled as time passed.

Stabbing pain came from every part of his body. His head buzzed, and his body creaked in protest. The platform beneath his feet was no ordinary pile of stone. It had been built from great spirit stones nourished with spiritual energy ever since the Dragon Lord underwent dragon transformation and established this Dragon Palace, and several Rain-Prayer Formations had nurtured it since. It was certainly not something easily destroyed.

Yet now, the ground beneath his feet was slowly beginning to sink. Though faint, the sounds of cracking reached him little by little.

In another short while, not only would this body collapse completely, but the platform Su Ziji stood on would also crack and crumble.

Just then, with his consciousness already growing hazy, Su Ziji heard someone shout, "Hold on! The formation is almost repaired!"

The voice was clear and lovely. It sounded like the fox maiden's voice?

Unfortunately, he probably would not have the chance to find out whether the one who had repeatedly warned him was the original Green Hill Lord or someone who had followed him inside.

Even on the verge of being crushed utterly, Su Ziji found amusement amid his suffering and somehow still managed to ponder this question.

Ah, I'm afraid I really can't hold on much longer.

As the clouds and rain pressed down little by little, the Demon Generals around him cried out in alarm, but Su Ziji no longer even had the strength to raise his head and look.

The weight pressing down on him made even the slightest movement impossible.