Yan Yun looked at Chu Xingchen, who still wore a relaxed expression, and warned him solemnly:
"The people we're fighting are all elites of the Eighteen Immortal Sects, not the Evil Cultivators you casually slaughter outside."
Chu Xingchen nodded lightly to show he understood. He was not someone who liked to overestimate himself, either. Whenever he attacked, he always opened with a major move to test his opponent.
It was just that this place felt very strange.
Chu Xingchen waved his hand. "The space here has been extended, too..."
"Of course. Otherwise, how could such a tiny place be enough for Nascent Soul Cultivators to run wild in..."
Before Yan Yun finished, she noticed Chu Xingchen's uncomfortable expression and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It just feels like being tied up with yarn underwater, except you also have to be careful not to break the yarn," Chu Xingchen said with a frown.
"Tsk... feels a bit masochistic."
Chu Xingchen gave Yan Yun a strange look. "You don't feel that? Or are you already used to it?"
Yan Yun was instantly at a loss for words.
How was she supposed to respond to that? If she said she was used to it, wouldn't that mean admitting she was used to being abused?
Yan Yun said solemnly, "Enough useless chatter. Get ready to engage."
Puzzled, Chu Xingchen asked, "This space has been stretched at least a dozen times over. If we conceal our auras, finding us won't be easy for them. It's two against ten. What we need to do is try to split them up..."
Before he finished, Chu Xingchen fell silent as well. Yan Yun's gaze remained fixed ahead, and she had already condensed the spiritual power around her as tightly as she could.
The next moment, an enormous surge