Seeing the lingering fluctuations on the mountain wall, he knew there was an exceedingly profound restriction there—one that even Gong Shanhe could neither comprehend nor break.
He did not know whether the powerful existence behind that mountain wall was aware of his arrival, or whether, in its eyes, he was merely an ant that could be crushed at any moment. Yet no attack had come at the time.
Thus, after reaching those conclusions, Gong Shanhe could only place his hopes once more on breaking out through the cave entrance. But after several more attempts, he was still forced back.
When the sinister wind appeared for the fourth time, Gong Shanhe knew that the powerful and terrifying existence had begun retaliating against him for deliberately fainting early last time.
That sinister wind did not stop even after he truly could no longer endure it and lost consciousness. Gong Shanhe did not even know how many days he had remained unconscious.
In a single bout, his entire body had shrunk dramatically. The skin on his burly frame was nearly plastered against his bones.
It had taken him more than three months to recover from that ordeal. Yet just as he had begun to improve, the sinister wind came again.
At that time, Gong Shanhe had only barely recovered and was still weak. The sinister wind had blown for merely the time it took to drink a cup of tea before he could no longer withstand it. Just as he was about to faint, the icy sinister wind vanished.
That made Gong Shanhe understand that the powerful existence was warning him not to play any petty tricks, or perhaps warning him not to think of escaping. His life and death rested on a single thought from that being.
And when Li Yan had