Critical Situation (2)

The four, including Daling, also realized that the situation had reached its most critical juncture. Throwing caution to the wind, they tried to break free. In less than a breath, Daling and Su Changyang had already advanced roughly fifty zhang in three different directions.

Originally, Su Changyang had been closest to the edge of the golden light. Now, he was only a little over eighty zhang away. Daling still had more than a hundred zhang to go, while Zhantian, positioned near the center of the golden light, still had over a hundred and twenty zhang remaining.

In the past, traveling ten thousand li in a single breath had been nothing to them. Yet now, this distance of barely a hundred zhang was like a mortal trapped in a mire, every step arduous.

For those few dozen zhang just now, they had already paid a grievous price.

Daling's young and handsome face was gone. In what seemed like an instant, the years had stripped him bare, aging his features into those of a man in his twilight years. His once-black brows had turned snowy white.

Zhantian and Su Changyang were in no better condition. It was as though a fleeting moment had eroded them into heaps of silver threads, two elderly men struggling onward through a swamp.

Yuandu could only remain where he was. Even with the spiritual power the three had sent over to aid him, the foot-tall Nascent Soul had already closed its eyes.

He floated silently in midair, seemingly resisting the golden light around him with all his strength. Pain twisted his face from time to time. Just speaking those few words earlier had seemed to exhaust every ounce of his strength.

In the same span of roughly two breaths, Great Master outside was already trembling like chaff