The golden armor around Xinxin was not merely solidified on the surface; golden mist continuously flowed within it. By now, the armor had been crushed into a thin layer, long since losing its former heavy appearance. Clearly, it had reached the limit of what it could endure.
The situation had begun to turn critical. Xiao Hua could clearly feel the auspicious cloud beneath his feet slowing down. The passage now seemed filled with silt; not only were his limbs buried, but even the karmic force of the Buddha Sarira and the true qi in his middle dantian were wrapped up, difficult to wield.
"The green radiance is already this formidable. What will we do later?" Bitterness filled Xiao Hua's mouth. With a trace of melancholy, he shifted his gaze away from Xinxin, first looking toward the end of the passage before turning again to the dense, crystal-like green tunnel.
Boom... Just as Xiao Hua's gaze fell upon the passage, the entire tunnel violently shook. Dense cracks spread through the crystal-like green.
"Good!" Xiao Hua nearly blurted out in delight. "Quick, this passage has changed. This may be our chance!"
As he spoke, Xiao Hua hurriedly released his soul sense again, doing his utmost to find a flaw within the passage.
Unfortunately, after several violent tremors, the passage calmed again. Yet those dense cracks rapidly widened. Within them, a streak of bright yellow bloomed, dazzling like yellow flowers past their prime.
"Damn it!" Xiao Hua had no time to feel embarrassed over his mistaken judgment. He hurriedly shouted again. Before Xinxin could shift her puzzled gaze away from him, a crushing pressure more than ten times stronger than before emerged as though a giant hand had suddenly clenched shut. This pressure differed from the previous one: it came from all around