"Not good!" The tall Confucian cultivator's expression changed slightly as he hurriedly cried, "Brother Zhu, quickly! This Earthwalker Shuttle of mine probably cannot hold on any longer. There's no time for you to repair this formation either. We must return at once!"
"No!" The resolve in Zhu Xiang's eyes deepened as he shook his head. "If this formation is not repaired, I will never return!"
"Zhu Xiang!" the Confucian cultivator cried urgently. "Do you not value your life?? You must know that you are merely a scholar. Having such filial devotion is already enough! Besides, while the green hills remain, there will be no lack of firewood. While my Earthwalker Shuttle can still endure, let us hurry back to the surface. Tomorrow, or after we have made thorough preparations... it will not be too late to come down and repair the formation!"
"Alas!" Zhu Xiang watched another long strip get blown out from the formation. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he shook his head. "Brother Song, you are right. I was insufficiently prepared, and I still do not understand this formation well enough! But having come here, I can already feel it. This is where my destiny lies! Brothers, I shall go out now. You..."
"What are you saying?" Brother Song said angrily. "We are brothers. How could we possibly leave you here alone? Go..."
As he spoke, Brother Song circulated his true qi and turned their direction. The scholars worked as one, seeking to control the flying shuttle and burst through to the surface! Yet an indescribable suction force seeped out from the formation, like a great hand gripping the flying shuttle tightly. Though everyone exhausted their strength, the shuttle could not rise even an inch. It even sank several feet toward the formation.
"Brother Song!" Seeing this, Zhu Xiang