Li Yan felt that under the mountain-like gravity pressing in from all around, increasing at such a terrifying rate, once they reached two thousand miles deep, it would already be quite good if one of his punches could condense over seven or eight miles.
As for attacks of the same kind from Mu Guyue and the others, they might not even reach two or three miles. By the time they approached three thousand miles, close-quarters hand-to-hand combat would be their only path!
Based on his understanding of the balance between techniques, body, soul, and poison, Li Yan estimated that if he used spells here, the situation would not be much better either...
Li Yan landed on a black boulder. Once again, he split off a wisp of divine sense and swept it toward his rear flank. After a moment, he flew onward.
Mu Guyue was also advancing behind and to the side. Though she was not as fast as Li Yan, she was still keeping roughly the same pace as the others.
Every so often, Li Yan would check on Mu Guyue. She had only entered the Void Refinement Realm a few years ago, and he could not help worrying.
But after observing her several times, Li Yan felt his caution had been unnecessary. The Devil Race was the Devil Race—once they reached a certain major realm, the strength of their fleshly bodies underwent a heaven-and-earth overturning transformation.
If the ones entering Black Flame Mountain had been spell cultivators, they would have had to rely on magical power to resist the gravity throughout almost the entire search.
But Devil Race cultivators like Mu Guyue relied on their pure fleshly bodies to withstand it, using only a small amount of magical power as support, just as Li Yan did. This saved