Wave after wave of searing pain coursed through his body. The scarlet in the Red-Eyed Flame-Horn Beast Clan cultivator's eyes seemed ready to drip blood. As he frantically formed hand seals, the little spiritual power he had left poured out like water from an overturned basin.
In this brief span of time, he had nearly reached the end of his strength. Yet the demon behind him pursued so relentlessly that he did not even have time to take out Pills to replenish his spiritual power.
Even if he could swallow Pills, without properly sitting down to refine them, the trickle of spiritual qi released as the Pills dissolved on their own would not even be enough to count as a drop in the bucket.
Compared to the expenditure of spiritual power, the spiritual qi produced by the Pills was like one side dumping out basin after basin of water, while the other had only a thin trickle flowing into the dantian...
Li Yan, pursuing from behind, was also filled with frustration. The environment here was monotonous and offered no solution.
Being within it felt as though countless ropes weighing ten thousand jin each had wrapped around his hands and feet, rendering far too many of his spells completely unusable.
"Overwhelming strength crushed ten techniques. That had never been wrong since ancient times!"
The mere presence of gravity in this place left cultivators with bodies full of techniques feeling wave after wave of helplessness. If they were not fighting, the sensation was somewhat more bearable.
But once they engaged in fierce combat, the discomfort multiplied along with their expenditure. Being able to display sixty percent of one's strength was already quite good.
Li Yan's attacks appeared terrifying, yet every punch he threw seemed to be torn apart by countless hands in