The tiny patch of ground beneath their feet shook violently, and the entire surface tilted to one side.
Qian Wanyu lashed the Water-Thunder Whip in her hand toward the withered tree trunk. Its tip wound tightly around the tree, leaving her hanging from it no matter how the ground tilted. "Little Lecher, get Ninth Sister up here!"
Wenren Liangzhi was nearly thrown down by the force. Beneath him lay the unfathomable Abyss. He clung desperately to a rock embedded seamlessly in the ground, having long since forgotten his curved sword.
The surface shook again, suddenly tipping from left to right.
Qian Wanyu held tightly to the Water-Thunder Whip, swaying from time to time. Hearing the dry tree creak and crack, she kept feeling as though she might fall at any moment.
"Wan Yu, be careful. That tree has been dead for ages. It can't withstand this kind of punishment. Hurry and find another way." Watching from her Soul Sea, Qing Mo was on tenterhooks, constantly feeling as though she might plunge to her death in the next instant.
"Be quiet." Qian Wanyu fixed her gaze on the hollow where Little Lecher was, roughly gauging whether she could leap across.
"Hurry up! This place looks like it's going to collapse." Little Lecher's vines shot straight down from the hollow. Their objective was simple: once they found Dongfang Minghui, they automatically wound around her waist and began hauling her upward.
How could Dongfang Minghui give up at such a critical moment? Qian Mama, Qian Ziyan, and all those who had suffered untold torment for a single Holy Medicine, whether in the past or the present-now the Holy Medicine was right before her. "Wait, Little Lecher. I have to bring this Holy Medicine up."
"Don't touch it!"
Little Lecher roared in agitation, "Don't