"This is bad!"
Sensing that something was amiss, Long Yan hastily mobilized his dragon body and began searching for a route upward.
Yet no matter how he swam westward, the pitch-black thing above him remained boundless as far as the eye could see.
"Could it be an illusion?"
With a thought, Long Yan rammed toward an area that appeared relatively weak.
Bang!—
"Urgh!"
However, the very real pain coursing through his dragon body told him that the obstruction before him was no illusion.
Worse still, the cloak spiritual treasure that protected him against the fire breath began to hiss.
Long Yan turned his head and saw tiny sparks already flickering along the edges of that spiritual treasure.
This meant that the protective treasure he relied upon was nearing its limit. Before long, it would no longer be able to withstand the corrosion of the fire breath.
At the sight of this, Long Yan began to panic, fear and regret sprouting within his heart.
Influenced by those emotions, his movements also lost their measure. After failing several times to find a way through, he began fixating on one area and ramming it wildly, attempting to break the tribulation with brute force and carve out a path to survival for himself.
But all that accomplished was adding more injuries to his dragon body.
This strange pitch-black substance could even endure the power of earthflame fire breath. How could a mere Core Formation Cultivator like him possibly shake it?
Puff—
Long Yan's reckless actions caused more and more sparks to ignite across his cloak spiritual treasure.
In less than half an incense stick's time, half of it had already burned away.
"Am I really going to die here? No! How could that be possible?!"
Long Yan's state of mind began to waver.
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