The intense compression subjected Huo Yuhao's head to tremendous pressure, as though countless boulders were crushing down on his skull. As the space around him shrank, he could feel breathing becoming increasingly difficult, but he remained conscious.
The prolonged battle and his use of the Light of Destruction had left Huo Yuhao, whose cultivation was now only at three rings, with little soul power remaining. Both his hands had been swallowed by the muscles inside the giant serpent's mouth. Even with the Ice Plume Sword in one hand, he could not swing it, let alone take a Fixed Soul Cannon Shell out of his bracelet. Now he was waiting, waiting for his soul power to recover enough for him to use a Soul Bone Skill.
The giant serpent's mouth began secreting saliva, coating Huo Yuhao's entire head in sticky slime. This made breathing even more difficult, while he continued to endure the crushing pressure, like a boulder weighing ten thousand jin.
Even so, Huo Yuhao did not panic. He waited calmly for his soul power to recover.
Time slowly passed. Under the prolonged compression, Huo Yuhao felt as though he could hear his skull creaking. At times like these, the passage of time felt all the more drawn out, each day like a year.
Elder Yi, within the Sea of Consciousness, saw Huo Yuhao's external circumstances and prepared to intervene if he could no longer hold on and lost consciousness. Of course, seeing that Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness remained as still as an ancient well even under these circumstances, entirely unaffected, Elder Yi approved of his composure.
As time passed, Huo Yuhao no longer merely seemed to hear his skull cracking-he truly heard it. Of course, since he had previously refined the bones in three parts of his body