No one knew just how vast this hurricane was. Xiao Hua flew left and right for several hours before finally seeing its edge, and only then did the crushing pressure begin to ease slowly.
"Haha, if that's the case, we no longer need to fly..." Xiao Hua exhausted all his strength to burst out of the hurricane and cried out with a laugh. Yet the moment his voice left his mouth, his body suddenly plunged downward, and his face turned deathly pale.
After Xiao Hua steadied himself, a pair of wings barely more than a zhang long emerged and slowly bore Xiao Hua and Fairy Xiangfeng down. Xiao Hua said with a bitter smile, "Fellow Daoist Yunmeng, this Xiao's Divine Thought has been greatly depleted. It seems we can only proceed one step at a time."
"No matter!" A strange glint flashed through Fairy Xiangfeng's eyes as she smiled. "This old man has already been immensely satisfied to escape this calamity thanks to True Person's blessing. What does it matter if we walk a few more steps?"
"Good, then let us use our feet as a carriage!" As Xiao Hua spoke, he released his hand. Fairy Xiangfeng likewise conjured a simple flying boat and descended from midair.
The moment Fairy Xiangfeng landed, she reached for her waist again and lightly bit her lip. Within this space, no divine abilities besides Divine Thought could be used. Xiao Hua had already exhausted his Divine Thought struggling within the hurricane, and Fairy Xiangfeng did not believe that, when even her own Niwan Palace was throbbing with extraordinary pain, Xiao Hua could possess Divine Thought stronger than hers.
"Hiss... not good!" Before Fairy Xiangfeng could take the item out, Xiao Hua looked toward the distance again in great surprise, his face full of puzzlement.