The barren wasteland was so quiet that even the wind was absent, eerily silent.
Under a blue curtain of light, Fang Lin sat on the ground with helplessness.
Three days had passed since he got trapped in this blue barrier. During this time, Fang Lin had been continuously bombarding the barrier, and while he managed to shake it each time, the shield had remained surprisingly resilient. Nevertheless, Fang Lin could feel that the power of the curtain was weakening, and figured that if he waited a few more days, it would collapse under its own weight.
However, this would mean he would be wasting a significant amount of time here, having accomplished nothing but empty waiting.
"Guess I should use some other methods," Fang Lin decided against the further waste of time. He withdrew a blood-colored longsword from his Nine Palace Bag.
With the longsword in hand, he swung powerfully and slashed at the blue curtain.
