Walking through the Sea of Lightning, everyone felt as though they were racing death itself. The lightning filling the sky struck from completely unpredictable places; if the youth at the front made even a single miscalculation, they would be reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye, without the slightest exception.
Even as they felt afraid, everyone developed a deep dependence on and trust in him.
He was confident and composed, his eyes as calm as a still pool, as if the outside world could not affect him in the least.
That expression greatly bolstered the confidence of the originally uneasy group, filling each of them with vigor.
In the second trial, this youth had already led them to create a miracle. Perhaps... he could do the same in this trial!
Though their minds were filled with wild thoughts, their feet never stopped. In the blink of an eye, they had advanced several hundred kilometers. The lightning here was even denser than before. Deep-blue bolts, like a rising tide, sealed off every path ahead, leaving no way to dodge through.
Upon reaching this point, Nie Yun's brows twitched.
The furs everyone had prepared were nearly used up. If they wanted to keep charging onward, they could only rely on the second method.
"Mo Tu, summon the puppets!"
Looking at the densely packed deep-blue arcs of lightning before them, Nie Yun gave a soft snort. With a turn of his hand and a light grab, Mo Tu was enveloped by a ray of light, his feet lifting from the ground as if he were flying.
This was using Great Strength to carry him forward, which consumed even more power than simply carrying him on his back.
"Yes!"
Mo Tu did not resist. With a solemn expression, he pointed a finger,